Even after the nurse left, May was still angry.
"Queena, that b*tch is bullying you because you're too good-tempered!"
"Me, good-tempered?" I wanted to laugh.
Everyone in the industry knew that I was an iron lady. I handled things rather forcefully, and I was quick to fly into a rage. The only person who'd describe me as "good-tempered" had to be May, who was worse than me in terms of her temper.
May stomped her foot. "This isn't something to laugh about!"
I quickly put on a straight face and waved a hand at her mysteriously.
She leaned over. I whispered, "I've got a good idea to get back at them..."
"Really?" May was dubious.
I nodded and gave her a brief explanation of my plan.
In fact, it wasn't the best plan. I'd just said so to appease May.
It took me a long time to persuade
