TWISTED | Trent Alexander-Arnold

Chapter 38 - just one chance

Ugh!

This is officially the worst day of my life.

When I applied for this internship, I didn't know I'd turn into the personal maid of a stupid arrogant bitch! I mean seriously, it's been an hour since I started and all I've been doing is carrying boxes up and down and bringing her flavored coffee and butter croissants. She had like 10 cups of coffee now and she still wasn't done because I'm on my way back to her office with one more cup.

I hope she chokes on it and coughs for the rest of the day. She deserves it for rubbing salt on my wounds.

To be honest though, I did see all of this coming. The moment I found out that Peyton Royce was my boss, I just knew that I'm in deep trouble. She clearly showed me that she was a total bitch that day I saw her in a bus and had a talk with her at Starbucks, and if I'm not mistaken, she just got worse. Her arrogance and pride just stinks like a pile of shit, but I guess that's okay since she's a multimillionaire. My case is different because Peyton hates me with passion since I know Trent, so she's trying everything she can to make my life a living hell, especially now that she's going to be the one to train me for the next two months 😩

I wonder what she's so if she finds out that I'm dating him.

Honestly, If I didn't need this job I'd have ran out of the building the first minute I saw her, but it doesn't matter. I've dealt with situations much worse than this so she will eventually get tired and stop being a bitch.

"Here's your coffee, Ms. Royce" I said, trying to be as polite as possible while handing her the huge red ceramic mug that had her initials inscribed boldly on it.

She casually looked up from her phone and took the mug out of my hands. The moment she took a sip, she spit it out on the floor and shot me a glare.

"What is this?" She Asked through gritted teeth.

"The vanilla latte you asked for" I replied.

She groaned "I asked for a caramel latte you idiot! Are you deaf or what?"

Bruh, I'm not sure if I can resist slapping the skin off her fake face.

"Well, maybe you should've made yourself a little bit clearer because I heard vanilla latte"

She gasped "What'd you say?"

"you heard me the first time. I'm not gonna repeat myself"

She chuckled humorlessly.

"Kylie! Kylie! Kylie!" She said as she twirled around on her chair "it's like you don't know who you're talking to. I'm Peyton Royce, the managing director of A&R and my dad owns this place. I can get you fired within the blink of an eye for being rude and disrespectful.."

Oh shit!

"But.....you're lucky I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let it slide and you'll get away with a warning" oh thank goodness "the next time you even think of trying to talk back at me again, be rest assured that your ass is fired! Am I clear?!"

I reluctantly nodded.

"Don't you know how to talk?"

Ugh! I thought she said I shouldn't talk back at her? Talk about bipolar.

"Yes Ms. Royce" I managed to say. Gosh I'm so so angry Right now because I want to slap her but I can't.

"Good" she flashed me a fake smile "now get lost! And take these boxes with you to the store room" she added and pointed towards the two brown boxes that were neatly kept on the floor. Who even brings them to her office and when?