Valerie’s POV
“Her name is Valerie Griffin,” I interrupted Mrs. Emily coolly.
“This is plain stupid,” Carmen laughed mockingly, trying to play it off.
“Oh? Then tell me what paper this is.” I held up a document, my fingers already twitching to rip it apart.
“That’s the form I filled out to enter the company. What about it?” she replied with an eye-roll.
I smiled. And shredded it.
Tiny. Irreversible. Confetti.
Her face dropped like a failed soufflé. I could tell she was really heartbroken,finally realizing she wasn’t untouchable.
Last I checked, getting into that company, was a lot.
You needed tests, training, some sort of experience… and respect. Carmen had none of that.
She dropped to her knees, cue the crocodile tears.
“How could you?” she whispered. “I didn’t ask you to kiss my boyfriend, call me names, and barge into my room like you pay rent.” I stepped closer, voice low, cold.
A weird aura surrounded me, something dark, unhinged, and so done.