Lust & Love
She grabbed a handful of paper towels from the counter and dabbed harshly at her ruined blouse.
"Watch your mouth, Jenny," Hazel snapped, her eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare. "Or are you just throwing a tantrum because you don't have the talent to actually earn a promotion on your own?"
Jenny scoffed, taking a step closer, her voice dripping with fake pity. "Talent? Please. We all know exactly how you got the Marcus Account. You spread your legs for the boss. But don't get too comfortable, bitch. You're just a toy. He’s going to marry that telecom heiress, and you'll never actually be his."