Conflict

An aggressive looking blond woman barged into my office and sat comfortably on the sofa without waiting for my invitation or greeting me. I clenched my teeth expecting to hear some spiteful remark in 3, 2, 1…

“Oh my God! You're not even pretty,” she sneered, “When I heard the news that some wench got an office just because she slept with the CEO, I thought she'll be a drop dead beauty…” she looked me up and down, chuckling.

I heard some faint noises coming from outside. I guessed there were already some people peeking and listening through the crack in my office door. Then I gazed at the blond, she was glaring at and smirking while presenting her long, crossed legs and deep neckline… with tiny breasts supported by a push-up bra.

“Excuse me, but… who are you to come here?” I asked, composed.

“Sonia Dolan, manager Sonia Dolan,” she smirked.

I remembered right away. She was le