Provocative witch. That's definitely the definition I give to the little woman sitting across the boardroom at my company. I said with all my words -and actions- that I didn't want you in a room infested with male hormones, obviously you didn't listen to me. I'm sitting in my chair with my arms crossed while one of the employees says something about an enemy company, I don't even bother to pretend to listen. I keep my eyes fixed on you. When the hell is this meeting going to end, dammit!?