"There are errors in your blog post, Miss Martinez. Your work is getting sloppy, and if this continues, you might find yourself in the sorting department. These are very important accounts." Mr. Arsehole was saying, throwing all my paperwork around the floor. I smiled weakly, looking at the mess that he made all over my office, and for the first time in my life, I was ready to cry in front of a man. Everyone else thought I was tough, and if I did cry, I had always done it hidden in my own room, away from people. I knew Davies wanted to break me. His intentions were pretty clear from the start. Today he was a little extra unpleasant, and I was supposed to be used to it by now.