"Hi, Ellen. It's so good to see you," I said with a fake smile, ignoring her intrusive question. "You look wonderful."
"Likewise," she replied. "I heard you got promoted, that's such a wonderful achievement. I'm truly happy for you."
"Thank you so much, Ellen."
"And I think we should be thanking Jackson, too. Where is he anyway? I haven't seen him all day."
My forehead creased. "I have no idea. And why should we be thanking him, Ellen? I mean, I'm the one who got promoted," I said, narrowing my eyes as her smile turned smug.
"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be enjoying such a lavish party. And you wouldn't be climbing such a high ladder in your career either," she said, and I suddenly wished I could slap that protruding mouth of hers, bloated with fillers and lies.
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