"This is the third time this month you've messed up the coffee order. You're supposed to be a professional! Do you know how important this is?"
Jia blinked at her, still half in shock. "I almost got hit by a motorcycle," she protested weakly, gesturing toward the door.
Mrs. Liu's expression was utterly unsympathetic. She folded her arms, glaring at her. "But you didn't get hit, right? So what's the problem? Now go back out there and get those coffees."
Jia stared at her, finding her insufferable. She'd just had the most insane, life-threatening morning, and she was acting like she'd misplaced a stapler.
Her blood pressure spiked.
'Nope. That's it. I've had enough.'
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and stepped closer, meeting Mrs. Liu's condescending gaze head-on. "You know what, Mrs. Liu? I quit. I'm done with this nonsense."
