Josie’s POV
"What do you want?" I drawled each word through gritted teeth. I would stay in my office all day ignoring everyone but life always give me a kick in the ass.
"Tsk, tsk. This is no way to treat a fellow colleague. Don't you think, Miss Garcia?" Denise questioned innocently, but the smug mockery plastered on her face cannot hide. "Oh, I forgot. You are not even employed here." She laughed to her heart content after making her last comment.
I wanted to slam the door in her face hoping it is disfigured but she had already stepped in closing the door.
"Yet you still can't even get one." I grind my teeth in anger tightening my fist. I was about to explode about her previous comment about bagging the CEO. 'Who want her damn waterhead CEO?' I cursed inwardly.
"Repeat what you just said, so I can tear you apart. You little wretch." Denise made a fist gesture, the veins in her neck and forehead standing at attention.