Sally sat ramrod in her chair with Dartagnia holding court over her. The smug office b***h was modelled top-to-toe in tight-fitting, designer gear. Advertising her goods with bright coral talons and matching lipstick, prattling on, full of self-importance. What a bore she is. Amy yawned.
A mobile phone sat on a neighbouring desk. Bored, feeling a little mischievous, Amy reached over and gently pressed a few clicks to redial the last number called. The b***h’s body language reeked with smugness. She needed to be taught a lesson. Time for a bit of fun.
“I can help you…just sayin’,” Dartagnia rested a deceit-ridden hand on Sal’s shoulder.
“But I don’t want your help, Tania.” Sally brushed Tania’s hand away as if it were contaminated. “I just want you to leave us all alone. Stop bossing us
