“I don’t want to be a hypocrite,” June protested.
“You wouldn’t be.”
“Yes, I would. I can’t give everyone else a fair shake and not her.”
“You could give her a shake alright. It’s called karma and it’s about to be
a real bitch for a bitch. I mean, what if she lets everyone know you were a
loser in high school?”
“What if she does? Then she’d have to confess how she came by that
knowledge.”
“You said she could spin anything. What if she makes you into the bad
guy?”
June considered that. She hated drama of any kind, and she loved having
a workplace that was full of hard-working people who were enthusiastic,
talented, driven, and kind. They took other people’s garbage and it turned it
into literal, wearable works of art.
“I think her true colors will shine through soon enough, if that’s how she
wants to play things. She’s so self-centered she probably doesn’t even know
it’s my company she applied to. Even if she does, she must be pretty
desperate to consider working for me.”
“Or pretty villainous.”
June didn’t want to think the worst. It made her stomach sour and her
blood feel like she was drenched in ice. She didn’t want to think about
internal problems, about Arabella pulling the same shit she’d pulled in high
school. She wanted to believe people changed and that her HR team hadn’t
got suckered into making a huge mistake. Besides, wh
at could Arabella
possibly want retribution for? She was always the aggressor, the bully, the
one in charge, the one with the upper hand.
“Her true colors,” Summer mused when June’s silence stretched on and it
was obvious she wasn’t going to contribute anything else to the
conversation. “Maybe that’s what you need to do. Get her to show them so