Capable

Grace

I grit my jaw, barely controlling the rage that makes my blood boil. “ Maybe you know people that do things like that, Mr. Costello, but I am not like them. Please refrain from verbal harassment. ”

“ Verbal harassment? ” He snarls, shooting up from his seat.

I clench my hands into fists, standing my ground. “ Yes, Mr. Costello. It’s verbal harassment. You are saying things that are making me uncomfortable. ”

He rounds the table with a speed that makes me take a step back.

“ You think you are all that just because you slept with a higher-up, huh? ” He sneers, closing the distance between us. “ but you are just one of their adventures. They don’t give a fuck what happens with you down here as long as they have paid you by getting you this job. ”

“ Why do you assume that I got this job because of a vulgar reason like that? ” My eyes narrow on him.

He sizes me up, from head to toe, his gaze leering. Uncomfortably, I shift my weight from one foot to another.

Suddenly, he grabs my u