“What, scared now? A gold-digger like you who only relies on her face to get sales—letting you join the dinner is already polluting the air. You think you deserve to order food?”
Relying on my looks?
I wake up before dawn to do proposals, spend eight hours a day eating dust at construction sites, and I’m so tanned my own mom barely recognizes me. But this bitch thinks I rely on my face?
I pushed my chair back and stood up, staring her down.
“Hey, watch your mouth. I earn my performance by working my ass off. Everyone here can see it clearly. You’re in no position to insult me.
“This is a company dinner, not something you’re personally paying for. If I ‘don’t qualify’ to order, then you definitely don’t. No wonder I smelled something nasty when I walked in—it was your mouth spraying shit everywhere.”
A few coworkers tried to hide their laughter. They’d had enough of her attitude long ago.
She’d only been an intern for a month, yet she treated everyone like her servants.
When the new employee Meg Wheeler refused to fetch her coffee, Sadie poured a full cup over her head. It was so hot it blistered her scalp.
She didn’t apologize; she threatened her instead.