"You clearly have no idea how to draft a proper report," Augustine barked, his tone rising with each word. "This is sloppy. Amateur. Do it again."
"Yes, sir. I—I'm sorry," Lorie stammered, quickly bending to retrieve the file. Her hands trembled as she clutched it to her chest and turned to leave.
"If you can't get it right, don't come back. I'll have you reassigned to another department—far from here."
The words hit her like a punch. Panic twisted in her stomach. She had schemed and played her cards just to get close to him, and now it was slipping through her fingers. She couldn't afford to lose this post.
Keeping her head down, she muttered another apology and hurried out, her face pale and her breath shallow.
At Anne's desk…
