Frosty

Amelia balled her hands into fists, wanting to let them towards her sneering face. However, since violence could possibly lead to a lawsuit, she decided that words were a better weapon instead. 

So she slowly got up from under the desk and dusted herself clean, making sure that some of the dirt got on Aubrey as well. 

"Whether or not I am a pathetic lapdog is not up to you to decide," Amelia said evenly, channeling Matteo's glacial calm and inherent derision for anyone who spoke nonsense in his general vicinity. 

She remembered how Aubrey had taken a photo of the breakfast Matteo bought for her and spread her tall tales all over the office, her envy evident in her every gesture. 

Jealousy was a disease; she had no doubt that Aubrey must have spread worse tales after the press conference and tabloids appeared, torpedoing Amelia's reputation in the office.