The manager raised an unimpressed brow. "I've heard bigger threats from toddlers denied candy," he smirked. "However, if I were you, I would be more concerned with making it to your ten-minute break without crying. And yes, no unruly report about you should get to me from the customers. Now get out of my office, Willow Rhys."
Willow stood there fuming with every muscle in her body taut with restrained fury.
Her jaw clenched so tightly it was a miracle her teeth didn't shatter. She wanted to scream, to throw the crumpled uniform in his face, to remind him exactly who she was. But instead, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the office like a whirlwind of barely controlled rage,
As the door slammed shut behind her, the manager exhaled with a shake of his head and muttered to no one in particular, "Still thinking like a princess in a crumbling castle."
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At the staff changing room, Willow stared at the furious woman staring back at her from the mirror.
