“No, how dare you?,” she screamed at me.
“What’s your problem? I am standing right outside my office. How is that pissing you off?” I asked her.
“You know what you did, you w***e. What’s so funny for you to laugh all about?,” she growled. I knew she was pissed off with me making fun of her and was certainly passing aggression to me.
“I have every right to behave, and don’t you dare call me a w***e again,” I said, as I held her hand tightly.
“Let go of my hands, you b***h, before I do what you would regret now,” she said, and I held it tighter.
“Do it, do what you think I would regret,” I challenged her. She glared at me, I could see the hate in her eyes.
“I will ruin you, just wait and see. You will beg me for your life and I would make sure of it,” she threatened. And I smirked, she
