Vivian
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, Marianne turned to her computer, logging out and folding her hands on her desk like she was running this company. Like Ii wasn’t the one with the family name and a lifetime of connections to back it up.
Then she said, perfectly calm, “Vivian, you have no authority in this department. Or any other. If you continue trying to manipulate people here, I’ll be speaking to your supervisor directly. Consider this your one and only warning.”
I blinked, stunned. “Excuse me?”
She looked me dead in the eye, calm as glass. “As it stands, I'll be sending a message to HR about you clearly targeting and harassing a chosen intern. I assure you the report will make it to your father within a few hours as he started replacing peple in HR first."
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