“Of course, you two are friends.” Kimberly dropped the act and her face turned frozen cold. “What did you expect from the two persons with similar attitudes?”
“Ha… Why are you acting like this, Kimberly?” As if she were a flower under the scorching heat of the sun, Fiona weathered. To be more dramatic, she leaned on the shelves as if some goblin had sucked her energy out of her body. “What have I done to you?”
Annoyed by how she acts like the victim, Kimberly’s whites in her eyes showed themselves. “Oh, come on, you really don’t know?”
“Would I be asking if I did?”
“This bitch---”
“Hannah, stop.” She doesn’t want her to get more involved in this and wants to talk Fiona down herself. This woman deserves some slapping, but getting violent will only set her low. She still has her pride to keep.
She can feel her young employee seething behind her, and Kimberly can empathize with how she feels. They feel exactly the same.