Tiffany was stunned. “Wait, but how did you—?”
Amy turned to the mirror and tidied the locks of her hair. “Mr. West reacted to you falling off the chair with this superhuman-like reflex, man. The sort people only reserve for those that matter in their hearts. No one would have been so ready to save a damsel at the drop of a hat like that! That was including the fact that his back was facing you! Also, you’re the only person in this entire company who dares talk back at him this way."
Bitter melancholy rose to Tiffany’s chest. “What we have is all in the past, though. And to be frank, I honestly never wanted to get here through this ‘connection’. God, it’s so embarrassing. Anyway, I think I hid here long enough. I can’t stay here forever, it’s quite nauseating.”
Amy patted her shoulder like an encouraging elder sister. “All in the past, huh? Then let it, not you, stay in the past. Now, you’re the assistant director of the branch company in South Park, and he’s your superior, your boss. Do you understand me?”
No, Tiffany did not understand her. Was Amy implying that her manners and deference to rules were too subpar? Implying that Tiffany had not regarded Jackson as her boss enough during work?
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