“Let’s welcome Mrs. Rign into the team!” My brother introduced me – which can only get worse as my stepmother is also here.
Seriously, what are these people doing? They’re seriously trying to tarnish this company’s reputation.
“And also, everyone,” Griselda suddenly spoke up as she held me tightly – her ridiculously long red nails digging into my skin as she smiled her fakest one to the employees.
“Please go easy on my daughter, she is the most precious one – she has been sheltered since her birth, especially by my husband,” she said – the employees looked like they despised me already.
“She can’t do much, but, please – go easy on her,” she finished her sinister speech – masked by the facade of being a good mother.
I felt embarrassed and enraged – I knew exactly what she was doing. I kept smiling as I shook the hand of all the department leaders of the teams in marketing.