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"Ms DeKant, you Piece of Shit" I said (more or less). "I'm sorry to
barge in like this, but I'm Phoebe Wilson and you hired me about two
weeks ago to be your new Junior Designer and I've been calling and
calling to find out when I would start only your Horse's Ass-istant
won't let my calls get through to you! He won't let me even--"
Then Petra interrupted. "It is impossible you think you have a job here, you Presumptuous Little Bitch!" Petra shouted. |
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"Regardless of what I may say to you last week," she went on, "I have since changed my mind. I hired someone else! And as for my assistant, he never makes mistakes! He is absolutely perfect!" "But how could you do that?!" I shouted at her. "Why didn't you just call me? Why couldn't you just give me a shred of respect?!" Petra looked at me icily and smiled. "Welcome to the Big Time," she said. |
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