First message
Come to my office.
That was the entire message from her boss. Zaira had no idea whether it was about work or something personal, but she showed up at his office a few minutes later anyway.
“You wanted to see me?” she asked, standing in the doorway.
He didn’t invite her to sit.
“Yes. The new hire. I want you to handle his training and onboarding.”
“I’m a lawyer. Someone from his department can handle that,” she replied, her irritation obvious.
“Zaira.”
His voice was final. No room for argument.
She let out a frustrated sigh, turned around, and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Around noon, Zaira finally found you looking lost.
“Do you even know what you’re supposed to be doing?” she asked, not bothering to sound friendly.