As I stepped out of the cram school this evening, Monica was already waiting for me at the door. "How about I give you a lift home tonight? I heard your grades have been pretty impressive lately. You're the most talented among the group," she said.
Her compliment made me turn as red as a beet, and I scratched my head sheepishly. "Oh, it's nothing. It's all thanks to the great teaching and your excellent guidance, sis." Monica's eyes sparkled with growing satisfaction. She couldn't stand those women who climbed the ladder by relying on men, looking down on us regular employees.
Every time we met, they rolled their eyes like they were trying to see the back of their heads.
But I wasn't just polite; I had a knack for sweet-talking that always lit up Monica's face with joy.
She was immense
