With anger simmering within, I defensively crossed my arms, shooting a glare at my rival. A grin tugged on her lips as she effortlessly braiding my hair.

Our bet for the title of the month's best employee had concluded. Of course, her seemingly dumb luck had won over my earnest efforts.

"Wipe that smirk off your face. You're getting on my nerves," I protested, my words adding fuel to her amusement. Her laughter resonated through the room as she captured pictures of me adorned in braids.