FORBIDDEN
I don't want my day to be spoilt by some spoilt brat like Michelle so I relax back in my chair, fold my arms around my bosom and gaze at her.
She moves closer, with the smirk. She sit down in front of me and ask, "Do you know I am happy?" I only stare at her, without uttering a word.
What is my business with whether she is happy or not? Whether happy or sad doesn't give her the right to call me a slut. I am only trying to refrain myself from grabbing her hair and pushing her out of my office, that is one of the things forbidden in the company. No fighting, Andre had emphasized.