Fuel for the Fire
Lina was used to this kind of insult. She had her mother to thank. No one's insults could beat the body-shaming comments from her own mother. Lina had developed a tough skin from her own mother's bullying.
Lina was rather amused by Priscilla. This woman hadn't changed one bit. It was deja vu. Her jealousy once again radiated through her slurs. It was quite funny.
Instead of stooping to Priscilla's level, Lina revealed a friendly smile. Her eyes lit up in recognition.
"You must be the new Senior Vice President of DeHaven Conglamorate's subsidiary. Congratulations on the enormous promotion!" Lina chirped, tilting her head innocently as if she didn't hear the insult.
Priscilla paled in response, blinking with a blank expression. Lina suddenly took a step closer, going as far as to shake Priscilla's hand. Priscilla glanced down at their adjoined hands in pure confusion.
Instantly, whispers began across the floor.
"How ungrateful…"