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."
