Dinner is served (2)

With that parting shot, Denise leaned back in her chair, a triumphant smirk etched on her face. My patience wore thin, and my fists clenched involuntarily. Jenny, sensing the impending storm, swiftly intervened. Not the kind of intervention you’d expect. My Jenny knows me.

“Ready.” Jenny leaned in.

"Joe, darling, have you heard about Mellisa's desperate quest for fame? I mean, she's not exactly swimming in opportunities, and rumor has it she's open to, well, unconventional methods to land a role. You know, like cozying up to influential producers."

“Aim.”

Joe's face morphed into a shade of crimson that could rival a ripe tomato. His eyes darted between Denise and me, searching for an escape route from the awkward terrain she was attempting to navigate.

Jenny whispered into my ears.“Fire.”

I flashed my best innocent smile, batting my eyelashes exaggeratedly. "Oh, Denise, honey, you seem to have misunderstood. I don't need to resort to desperate measures for a job. Unlike some people