"That won't be necessary." I tried to move, but she blocked me again, her plastic smile turning into an annoyed look.
"I can't let you go into Mr. Collins’ office without him present."
For a few seconds, I thought I misheard her.
Clarissa stared back defiantly, and a flash of realization made me understand why she was so bold.
Beautiful and fashionable, Clarissa looked more like a model about to step onto a runway than the secretary of a business executive.
So this was his ‘late nights at the office’.
My voice was low and level as I spoke.
"Excuse you, Clarissa, but I own Mr. Collins’ office just like I own your job. And if you don't get out of my way right now, I'll make sure this is the last time you ever step foot in this building."
Fear flashed over her face as she realized she wasn't in any position to mouth off when her sponsor wasn't there to protect her.
Clarissa mumbled a strained apology and stepped to the side.
I said nothing in response, knowing that when I purged the company of Vincent’s puppets, I would make sure she’d be the first to go.
I marched up to the doors and they opened to Vincent’s large office.