Lynn Fletcher's expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly composed herself. "Does Mr. Sterling always have to be so nasty?"
Scott Sterling scoffed and pointed sharply at the door. "Get out!"
A look of disbelief flashed across Lynn Fletcher's delicate face. "Aren't you even going to listen to what I…"
"I'm not listening!" Scott Sterling's expression darkened. "Get out!"
Lynn Fletcher opened her mouth, wanting to say more, but she swallowed her words when she met his piercing gaze. "Heh! You're certainly composed, Mr. Sterling."
With that, she grabbed her purse, held her head high, and turned to leave in disdain.
"You'll regret this!" Lynn Fletcher flung the words over her shoulder before leaving, slamming the door shut behind her.
Scott Sterling rolled his eyes and muttered, "Psycho."
*
Time flew by, and Holly Wyatt and Philip Powell's one-month internship was nearly over.
The announcement of who would be hired was scheduled for that Friday afternoon.
