Bianca tipped my chin up with one fingertip, inspecting me. "There we go. Finally some color."
"But given that little temper tantrum you threw last night, I'm not so sure you can keep Director Finch happy. Tell you what, let me test you first."
"Get on your knees and lick my shoes clean."
The room went quiet. People exchanged uneasy glances.
Even for someone who was just a lowly assistant, this was beyond degrading.
I looked at Anthony. "You have nothing to say?"
He hesitated. Bianca's lower lip jutted out in a wounded pout.
"Anthony, you said you'd help me land that role. That we were in this together. Did you forget?"
"Besides, I'm doing this for Viv's own good. She needs to learn obedience so she can take better care of you later. You can't have her throwing tantrums and making threats every time something doesn't go her way, right?"
"If you don't want me to do this, fine. I'll go on Twitter right now and post that yesterday's announcement was just a publicity stunt. That way nobody can accuse me of being a homewrecker."
Anthony rushed to comfort her, his voice soft and coaxing.
Then he turned to me, brow furrowed with irritation.