Bitch Boss
The phone went on Melissa's desk and she let it ring out a couple of times before picking up. "Yeah," she drawled. "Your three o'clock is here, Miss Lane," came the cheerful voice of Joanna Gonzales, on reception. "Okay, thanks Jo." "Shall I bring him through?" Melissa checked her watch. He was a few minutes early. Par for the course for a job interview, she supposed. Especially if you really needed the job like she knew this guy did. "No, not yet, I'm running a little behind...