A Sister's Wrath

VANESSA

“You call this a proposal?!” I snapped, slamming the stack of papers down on the table so hard the girl in front of me jumped.

“I—I thought it was formatted right—”

“You thought?” I cut in, rising to my feet as I narrowed my eyes at her. “You thought I’d be impressed by this half-baked, sloppy mess you call a final draft? You’re being paid to think, Intern. Not to waste my damn time.”

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