Joanna Swanson glared at me, her face twisted in a sneer. "Rose Floyd, you really think you've grown wings, don't you? The netizens were right—you were just biding your time, stealing our skills until you felt tough enough to fly the coop! Mr. Rowe is kind-hearted enough to give you a chance, but I don't give a damn!"
She shoved me hard.
I stumbled back a few steps before regaining my balance. Calmly, I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and held her gaze without blinking.
"Joanna, are you sure you want to fire me? Does Mr. Rowe know about this?"
"The six accounts currently under my management—"
A cold, derisive laugh cut me off. "I can swap anyone into that seat and the accounts will run just fine! Don't think you're irreplaceable."
She stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. "And don't give me that 'I'm operations' nonsense. So what? I can recruit a random operations assistant online for pennies. Do you honestly think it has to be you?"
Her eyes narrowed. "And don't even think about running to Blake Rowe to save your job. He's on a business trip and won't be back until tomorrow."