'Wow. Damian's secretary is something else. I don't think anyone else would have stuck around me for this long if they hated me with every fiber of their being.'
It was pretty obvious at this point that Damian's secretary hated me. Her words were polite, and she never did anything rude after we set out, but the way she behaved with me was clearly problematic.
But perhaps the problem lay with me, because I found her ways to harass me almost… cute.
Maybe I was becoming twisted, because even her hostility was starting to feel entertaining.
It did not help that her pranks were harmless as well, like bringing cold coffee when I asked her for a hot cup. Or taking the wrong turn when I asked her to take a turn.
At this point, I was half-convinced she wanted me to scold her just so she could brag about hating me publicly.
But ultimately, she did help me reach where I needed to, so I had no reason to question her.
