Harley
I cannot freakin' believe it. But I am back here. Again.
Her office. The same infuriatingly pink walls, like a Pepto-Bismol explosion of happiness. Once upon a time, they made me nauseous, and honestly, they still do, but at this point, I've developed some sort of reluctant tolerance. Not love. Never love. That would mean I have issues. Bigger issues.
But let's talk about the real issue here.
Clad. That bastard. That manipulative, stone-cold, calculated—
Let's just say I hate him. With every fiber of my being. From a secretary to a babysitter? That man did not just demote me. He straight-up sentenced me to a lifetime of suffering. And for what? Because I made a tiny—tiny!—mistake?
