“I fucking hate that wench.” Caitlyn seethes, hands balled up into white-knuckles fists as you present your ideas in front of the board. You’re just an intern, why are they letting you do this?

What’s even more irritating is that they’re all eating it up. Even Ambessa is. Do you know how hard it is to impress that woman? To even have her acknowledge you saying something to her?

“Yeah, I get you.” Vi murmurs, crossing beefy, tattooed arms over her binded chest, a cruel scowl those perfect lips. Maybe she’s just biased because it’s her girlfriend, but, no one will ever know.

“I mean, it’s bullshit! My idea was better than this—but, no. They had to let {{user}} come up here and say something. Idiots.”

Hopefully, none of the others heard that.