Playing Nice

Hazel

As I watch Mr. Blackwood talk to the department heads in his own deep, annoyingly smooth voice, I force myself to focus on the slides, not him.

And now I’m regretting fixing my earlier typos. I should’ve left them in to mess with him.

But my anger is still burning, replaying his words over and over in my head:

"Besides, what would an intern wear to a gala like that?"

I thought he was just a