When I went to the company canteen to get lunch, the auntie in the canteen gave me an extra chicken leg.
Shawn, who happened to be queuing nearby, saw it and said sarcastically, "Tina, you are really a famous socialite. No wonder you can thrive in a big company."
I replied indifferently, "In terms of online popularity, I am far from being as notorious as you are. You may never reach my level even in your next life."
Shawn cared most about his worthless face as a man. His face turned pale and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Tina, don't forget that we are now in a cooperative relationship. Our company is your client!"
I muttered under my breath while holding the tray, "But you're just a fart!"
After work, I booked a high-end club. I drove my luxury car, which was rewarded to me for outstanding performance, to entertain the client as a routine.
Shawn looked thoughtful after seeing it, "Oh, you're really good. Tina, did you break up with me because you found a better replacement and someone else could succeed me?"
I looked at Shawn and said, "Don't you have a mirror at home? You must have peed without looking at it. I once thought you were down-to-earth."