“What you should be concerned about is the company you’ll be applying to after you graduate. Who do you think will sign your recommendation letter? Who do you think will have the final say on your reference report?”

“You wouldn’t.”

My eyebrows popped up. “You’ve made an enemy of me from day one. You can’t expect me to feel sorry for—”

“Grant has plenty of positive things to say about my time here.”

“Grant likes your short skirts and that you have coffee waiting for him every morning. Even if he did somehow notice the insignificant tasks you do complete, he would also see how many mistakes you make. You are not the asset to this company you believe you are, and you’re a bi—” I stopped, catching myself.

“I’m a what?” she goaded.

“A bit rough around the edges.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I know you’re the princess of Titan. That doesn’t mean you get everything.”

“What on earth are you talking about?” I said, wrinkling my nose.

Sasha stuck her hands on her hips. “Oh, enough already with the oblivious routine. You may have some people fooled, but I’m not one of them,” she said, poking her chest with the last few words.

Frustrated, I closed my eyes, shook my head and sighed. “If you don’t wish to resolve this, fine. But stay out of my office unless you have my verbal permission.” I opened the door, gesturing for her to leave.

Sasha’s arms crossed tighter, and she lifted her chin in defiance. “Truth hurts?”

“I honestly don’t have time for this.”

“You just threatened my career. Make time,” she said, pushing the door shut.

“What career?”

“Better than a fake one.”

“Are you serious? You’re bitter because I’m taking my father’s place in the company? As if you wouldn’t, had you the opportunity! What father doesn’t want their child to take over the family business?”

“You’re never even here!”

“What is it that you want, Sasha? My job?”

“No! It’s absolutely ridiculous that you have this huge office right beside Grant that you’re never in! What a waste of company resources! Grant keeps this company running while you’re off doing God knows what with your husband-slash-stalker…it’s disgusting,” she said, her face screwing so tight, the skin around the creases in her face turned white.

“Disgusting?”

“Yes! When you do decide to show up, you’re so busy flirting with Grant that you still don’t get anything done. What will happen to this company if Grant decides to leave? It’s doomed!”

Sasha’s words turned a light on inside my head, and I stood there in shock. “You’re in love with him,” I whispered.

“Oh, please,” Sasha said. “You must be losing sleep again.”

“You’re in love with Grant.”

Sasha’s mouth fell open. “Am not!”