When Madisyn returned to the office, Vanessa glared at her, her sharp eyes narrowing with irritation.
"Why did he ask you for help with editing?" Vanessa spat, her tone thick with disdain. "I mean, there are people here who've worked for him for years, people who know every little detail about his life. Yet, he asks the new girl who barely knows his last name."
Madisyn stiffened under the weight of Vanessa's words. With a small frown, she replied calmly, "He asked for my help because I actually have a degree in literature, and I write a lot in my free time." Her voice was firm, though her eyebrows knitted together.
Vanessa rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand, her expression indifferent as if to say, I couldn't care less what you say.
"Whatever," she said with a huff. "You can start answering calls for me so I can take my lunch break."
