She snickers, "I’m Ashley."

"Spencer," we shake hands.

"So Spencer, how do you like it here?"

I shrugged, "It’s ok."

"How are the people treating you?"

I raise an eyebrow at the questions, but answered anyway, "Most of them are fine."

"Why only most? If you don’t mind me asking, that is."

I was turned towards her completely now, "No it’s fine. I just had a bad experience with the boss."

Her eyes scrunched in confusion, "Your boss was here?"

"Oh no, I mean the boss here, who technically could be considered my boss since he could get me fired."

"What happened?"

"Basically, I bumped into a girl and I apologized and she said the blame was also on her. Then all of a sudden, he breaks in and tells me that I shouldn’t be there and needed to leave, and that she was costing the company millions for every time she talked."

She now had a scowl on her face, "That was wrong of him."

I nodded and turned toward the doors as the ding sounded for the lobby, "He even fired the poor girl," I began to exit the elevator when I was suddenly pulled back.

"He fired her?!" she nearly shrieked.

I cringed, "Yes?"

"That mother fucker, damn it. Do you mind coming with me for a moment?"

Before I could even reply, she had already pressed the button for the top floor and we were off. We were both silent for the ride, and when the elevator, she took my free hand, since I was still carrying the empty water jug, and began to lead me through the office to the only part I didn’t know, the head offices.

She walks right up to a door, I am just barely able to read the plate that says ‘Vice President,’ before she throws the door open without knocking. I notice Mr. Bastard jump up from behind his desk the second he sees Ashley.

"Miss Davies, what a surprise!"

"Dick, just shut the fuck up."

Did she just call him a dick? Who the hell was she? Maybe she was the wife of the president and could get away with that type of stuff.

He notices me, "What the hell is she doing here?"