A young woman arrives at a company expecting to take charge, only to be dismissed by a trainee who mistakes her for a valet and orders her to move her car. Her arrival sets up a clash between old-guard arrogance and a new authority determined to prove who really runs the business.
Her voice was loud. A crowd had gathered around us, whispering. Who is she, yelling at Briella like that? Everyone knows that car was bought for Brielle by Mr. Sinclair personally. Yeah, he took the whole day off to pick it up with her.
He's that into her? And this new girl is talking back to her? Don't let her get to you. New hires don't know any better. Brielle, I had no idea one little intern
could have such a big attitude in this company. You, you have no idea what you're talking about, you nobody. You just wait. Fine, I'll wait.
Briella, you'd better actually do something. Brielle spun around, snapped a picture of my plates, and dialed a number. Doreen, what kind of HR are you running down there?
You hired someone with attitude like this? Are you trying to lose your job? I want her fired, right now. I paused.
Doreen, I was pretty sure the HR director was still Margaret when I left. Had Dad and I really been gone long enough for the whole HR structure to get gutted?
No wonder Damon had told me to just take it. Brielle, I checked. You don't have a new hire with those plates on file. Maybe she's in the wrong lot.
I'm not in the wrong lot. Doris, is it? I'd love to ask you something. What exactly is the hiring standard
for interns at this company? An intern driving a company car worth half a million, hogging the executive lot, and this is all sanctioned? Silence on the other end.
Before Doreen could answer, Brielle slammed the phone down and burst out laughing, doubled over. Oh my god, you're not even an employee. Hiring standard? None of your business. Let me warn you, I was hired personally by Mr. Sinclair himself. You could never.