Bitchy workers

I ignored her words as I continued walking to the smiling female who was patiently waiting for me.

"He sure is a gold digger. Can't you see how he's acting so Innocent, as if he can't hurt a fly? This is undoubtedly what he made use of to capture the heart of the boss."

Currently, they are getting me pissed off.

But I still ignored them.

I would rather not start a fight or have an argument with one of Sly's workers. This might affect his image in the public, should it get out that his husband —I am the one, of course. Search no more— abused one of his workers, it won't look good on his public image.

"What a loose bitch! Not even ashamed of the fact he's nothing but a whore."

"One that could be bought with enough money."

This has gotten out of hand.

Their earlier words, I can ignore, but there's no way I can ignore the words they just spoke now.

Presently, it calls for nothing more, than violence.

"Really, darling?" I turn to face them, a sly smile on my face as I bite my lower lips.

"Who spoke?" Her friend asked. Had it not been for the fact they were saying ill about me earlier, I would have thought her beautiful.

Dressed in a blue gown, she had her blonde hair tied in a bun. Her makeup was light, and the light eye Shadow she applied seemed to make her gray eyes brighter.

She looks lovely, but unfortunately, she happened to have a foul mouth.

Beauty and Bitchy don't work together. At least, not in my personal dictionary.

They both walk in opposite dimensions.

Unlike the friend of the bitchy one who started the insults first. The bitch doesn't look all that attractive when it comes to facial classification, but I can tell she has a good shape.

And that's likely what's playing the band for her in the background.

Dressed in a white button-down shirt, paired off with a dark blue pencil skirt, she gave out a professional vibe. But the words from her mouth are anything but professional.

They sound like words a Middle schooler won't be caught dead making use of.

"A human, of course. Who else did you think spoke?" I raised a brow at her.

"And you think you're a human?" The Blonde-haired one smirked.

" You're nothing but a B. I. T. C. H. You're a bitch!"

Her words made my palm itch to make a collision with her cheeks, but I held myself back. I can't allow my lack of self-control, to cause my husband to be mad at me.

"What did you just say?"

"Yes, that's right. You heard it right, bitch. You're nothing but—"

I couldn't hold it on anymore. It seems my anger kept on rising as he spoke.

I took hold of the orange juice in her cup and poured it on her hair.

"It seems your brain needs to be hydrated enough for it to function well," I smirk.

The entire place became as quiet as a graveyard as they watched the drama unfold.

"Watch this limited edition while it still lasts," I smirk at them.

The female stood there, stunned, as if her brain isn't processing things faster. She opened her mouth and closed it.

Right now, her white button-down shirt is drained with orange juice.

Oops.

I place my palm on my mouth as if surprised by what's happening. But I have a noticeable smirk on my as I did so.

That's what suits her.

Next time, she'll learn how to stick her nose where it suits her.

Poke nosing into another person's personal life, isn't becoming a female.

" How dare you!" Her friend screeched.

"You talked?" I placed my palm on my heart, "for a moment there I thought all you knew was how to bark." I smile innocently, "you did look like the little German shepherd puppy father got for me when I was in kindergarten."

" I'll teach you a lesson of your life!" She removed her shoe and made it to hit me on the head with it, but a hand intercepted the hit.

" What do you think you're doing?" Sly boomed in anger.

Uh oh.

I slowly turn to look at him. My cheeks are as pink as the butt of a little baby.

My husband showed up at the least expected moment.

I look down in embarrassment as I thought of a better excuse to give to him.

"Boss!" The pathetic female I poured the juice on, cried as if she were the victim in this context.

Okay.

Should a person happen to enter here when Sly did, they will undoubtedly think I'm bullying the female.

It'll only take the few workers in here, to tell the truth.

"What happened here?" He turned to me in question, his eyes as dark as a stormy rainy day.

His eyes were swirling in anger.

If I thought the entire place was quiet when the fight started, the quietness it has now has nothing to be compared with.

"I was just—"

"He poured my orange juice on my hair!" The female cried as she sought Justice.

I smile in Latin.

"He was the one who started the fight. We were on our own, but he decided to seek our trouble." The bitchy Blondie answered.

" I want to see you in my office this instant." He said as he locked eyes with me," I won't want to look for anyone among you." He turned and started walking towards his personal elevator.

I stood rooted on the floor as I watched him leave.

What's going to happen now?

The females might get a Punishment or suspension, but what am I going to have?

What punishment will Sly think of, to give to me?

" We'll make sure he throws you out of here." Sticking their tongues out at me, the two of them hurried to the elevator as if we were

competing to see who reached there first.