Did That Little Girl Just Call Bree, Mommy?

Emily’s face was fuming red in anger as she stormed out of the office, making her way to the elevator, her heels clicking loudly as she walked.

Getting to the elevator, she stood still glaring at the two female employees beside her. She hoped they weren’t hoping to get in the elevator with her. The very thought of sharing the lift with them made her blood boil. The elevator pings open. She stepped in only for them to try and squeeze in with her.

“What nonsense. You do not know who I am, right?”

“Wh…what?”

She laughed in disbelief.

“How dare you try to get in the elevator with me. Step back. I can see you don’t love your jobs anymore. Once I get Spencer to marry me, you all are done for.”

Taking things into her hands, she shoved them outside just in time for the elevator to close, sealing them out. She wasn’t only angry that they were trying to get in with her, she was also angry that Spencer hadn’t yet given her the privilege to use his private elevator and so whenever she came here