“Sandy, you are a magician with that copy machine so I’m going to have you work on the flyers for the event.”
Flushing slightly at the double edged sword, Sandy stayed motionless for a moment, staring at Kylie. Making flyers was a terrible job, one that Kyle would pick apart and ultimately do herself through the guise of suggested edits. The job would keep her right under Kylie’s thumb for the next week.
Brown curls swung coyly around Kylie’s cheeks as she pushed papers around on her desk, straightening and sorting, not looking up.
“What are you waiting for?” Picking up a pen, Kylie studied a single sheet as if she were going to write on it.
Catching herself before the scowl could get all the way out, Sandy allowed herself a slightly heavy exhale and turned to go, her brain burning with dislike. The benefits that came with her job were hard to walk away from over a single person, especially one that was so covert with her manipulations. Voicing her opinion of Kylie to a few of her co-workers had only made her appear as a curiosity. Everyone seemed to adore the woman. How was she the only one that saw what Kylie was?