Chapter 33: A Nobody

A Nobody

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"You can call me Bia, Biatrice, Biatchrice, or even Bitch or anything that satisfies you except for 'Ate' since I want to look young. I know that you see me as a slut—which is very true since everyone is a slut at heart—like everyone else but duh, that's because you're just jealous that men would bow down at me like I'm their owner and they're my precious dogs. They would do anything—even die for me just—"

"So, Bia, how many years have you been working for this company?" I just want her to shut the hell up. She's too noisy that it's making me deaf.

And, me? Jealous? Hell, no. Never. Why would I get jealous of someone who sees all men as toys? Well, maybe I would if I want to get treated that way too but, I can't imagine myself doing things like what she does.

Besides, isn't the golden rule, 'don't do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you?' So