Amanda's POV
“Can you please help me out here, Mandy?” The already familiar and irritating voice said behind me and I forced a smile across my face.
“What do you need my help with?” I asked, turning to face him.
It was the manager. He was annoyingly irritating. Always trying to act like we were close when we weren't.
Besides I told him countless times to stop calling me Mandy. I hated hearing that name, it was what my mother called me when I was younger, still give me the ick think of it.
“Oh this, I think my paper got stuck in the printer again,” He Said, giving me a wide grin.
I sighed inwardly and followed him to the place the printer was kept.
As usual, it was just a simple thing to do.
Clenching my fist and imagining it was him, I gave the printer a strong slap on the head, f
