"Indeed, Miss Davenport has been working here for quite some time, yet she can't manage to print a simple document without involving others. That's why there was a delay," I said, my voice steady despite the underlying tension.
The client's face flushed with embarrassment, caught in the middle of our escalating drama. Just then, Zane strode into the room, his authoritative presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He announced that the meeting was about to start and pointedly directed me out.
Once the meeting was over, Zane summoned me to his office. The tension was palpable as he berated me with a fierce intensity. "Amy, are you out of your mind? The client here today was a potential investor. If you've jeopardized this opportunity, I won't let you off the hook!"
I met his gaze with a cold sneer, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "You only seem concerned about the clients when it suits you. When it comes to evaluating my performance, you've never shown this much concern."
"And let's not forget Maeve," I added, my voice rising in anger. "What's the point of having a secretary who's either inept or incompetent? But I suppose she's useful in other ways, right? Maybe she's better at keeping you entertained?"
Zane's face turned a dark shade of red and with a furious swipe, he sent a stack of documents scattering across the desk. "Get out! I don't want to see you right now!"
I took a deep breath, feeling a surge of defiant clarity. "Okay, Mr. Baxter. I'm leaving right now."
