"Here are her recent attendance records, colleague evaluations, and client reception notes."
Maurice picked up the folder, flipped through two pages, and tossed it onto his desk with open irritation.
"Well, well, Matilda. So this is how you've been working. Half your colleagues describe you as selfish and uncooperative. How exactly do you expect to be a team player with an attitude like this?"
Right. I didn't buy them coffee, so now I was selfish and uncooperative. They were the ones who'd lost their minds.
I was about to respond when the door swung open and Duncan Swanson walked in. His gaze found me almost immediately.
"What's all the noise about? You're Matilda Chavez?"
"That's me."
Mr. Swanson's expression was cold, his face stamped with undisguised contempt.
"You think a decent paycheck makes you untouchable? Someone asks you to cover one coffee run and you turn it into a company-wide circus? This company needs people who can work with a team, not some overpaid prima donna who makes life miserable for everyone around her."
He didn't even give me a chance to speak. He turned to Maurice and said,