"What?" Olivia's forehead furrowed into a deep frown, disbelief etching itself onto her face. "No…this is not true. Those are the final drafts, and I am sure about it."
"Stop lying, Olivia," Ivy fretted. "Willow herself confirmed that the final drafts are safe."
Confusion clouded Olivia's mind. She had distinctly seen 'The Final Drafts' written on the confidential file. How could the designs have been changed so abruptly?
"I know you are tired of being a peon." Ivy's voice hardened. "I'll make it easy for you." She straightened her back, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. "You are fired."
The words hit Olivia like a punch to the gut. "What?" she gasped, shock rippling through her. "No, you can't fire me. I've helped you so much."
"You are nothing but a trouble for me. Now get your ass out of my office."
