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Nabs 
There was that term of endearment again. Love. Funny how men seemed to just toss it around as if it were nothing more than 'chopped liver'. This flamboyant man, Sergio Mancini, was clearly too used to having his way.
"While some women may swoon at being called your love," Getti said sweetly, "If you dare address me in such a fashion one more time, I will hex your tongue off and make you swallow it with the coffee in our breakroom."
Done with that, Getti returned her attention to the Lifestyle editor, "Have a substantial plan drawn up by the end of the day or you will all be reading the Lifestyle section from your worn out sofas at home."
"Y-yes, of course," Ana replied, glancing up only once from her notepad, where she was pretending to be making notes.
She blushed slightly, already feeling ill-suited to the job. And it was only her first day here!
Don't let her get to you, Ana, come one, she told herself.
She's just a bitter old woman who enjoys rubbing in the fact she's your boss, that's it.
Ana raised her eyes to the Sergio and his insolent expression, admiring how he had the courage (or ignorance, she wasn't sure) to stand up to Getti.
Whatever it was, it was certainly... different.