Nicole should have felt patronized. She was a professional. She didn’t need tea therapy. Instead, she took a sip. It was, infuriatingly, the perfect temperature.
She stood up, walked across the room, and stopped in front of Gia’s chaotic desk. Gia set down her airbrush and looked up, her brown eyes wary. nicole doshi and gia dibella
“The tea,” Nicole said.
“It was the right call.” Nicole paused, wrestling with the words. “The hummus comment was out of line. It wasn’t about the hummus.” Nicole should have felt patronized