"He said just touching you made his skin crawl."
I filled a cup with cold water.
Turned around and threw it straight into Queenie's perfectly made-up face.
"Ahhh—!"
She shrieked, clutching her face as she crumpled to the floor.
The door burst open.
Barret rushed in and pulled Queenie behind him in one motion.
He yanked out tissues and dabbed at her face, his expression twisted with concern.
He whirled on me with a snarl. "Maggie! You have no class!"
I pulled out my phone and hit play.
Every word Queenie had said in the break room—every taunt, every insult—rang out crystal clear.
Barret's expression froze.
Queenie immediately latched onto his waist, sobbing.
"Barret, she called me a homewrecker first! I only snapped back because she provoked me!"
"You're my ex-boyfriend, but there was never anything improper between us while you two were together."
"How could she slander us like that? How am I supposed to show my face around here?"
Barret believed her instantly.
"Maggie, stop making a scene."
"And do you really have to be this vicious? How is Queenie supposed to hold her head up in this company after what you said?"
I didn't even bother looking at them again.