Arya felt as though a million ants were crawling under her skin. The feeling of being suppressed by Jasmine was something she loathed.
If only she had known earlier that Jasmine was the person she answers to, she would have never accepted the job. It felt too much.
She was so used to bullying the girl that it was humiliating for her. Jasmine, on the other hand, was in a good mood.
Though she was there to make life difficult for Arya, she didn't forget to work. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to lose money.
It didn't mean that she wouldn't have fun in the process. She pinged the intercom for the umpteenth time that day, summoning Arya.
The girl walked into the office, a look of annoyance and hatred evident in her gaze. She couldn't hide her dislike for Jasmine.
" Yes, ma'am! What can I do for you?"