“You can be angry with me all you want, but I stand by my decision. One peek at her social media, and I see that she’s not fit to work here. Before she even submitted the application—which was filled out terribly, might I add—she was talking about how her uncle was about to get her a job with a rich nigga, and it was going to be over for you hoes, or something like that. My assistant will know too much of my business to be online talking like that.” The elevator slowed to a stop. “So again, your problems are not with me.”
