Chapter 2

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"Oh, and fried chicken too."

"Looks like you're the chicken!"

The woman grabbed my chin, squeezing hard, forcing my mouth open.

"You wanna be a chicken so bad, then eat this chicken!"

She slammed the spicy, sauce-soaked chicken in my face.

My eyes and nose burned. I screamed in pain.

Brenda clapped her hands, all disgusted. "Gross, so greasy, almost ruined my manicure."

Then she looked down at me, all high and mighty. "You don't actually believe the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, do you?"

"Someone like you has no business liking Mr. Thompson."

I tried to explain, but the spice made me cough.

The chili got into my windpipe, and I couldn't speak.

Just then, someone knocked on the conference room door.

"Brenda, what's going on in there?"

I sighed with relief, thinking I was saved.

Brenda just smirked, opening the door without a worry.

"This woman was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson, so I'm teaching her a lesson."

The other secretaries looked at me with disgust:

"Mr. Thompson is too good. These bottom feeders always come crawling."

"But don't worry, Brenda, you've been with Mr. Thompson for five years. He only has eyes for you."

Brenda scoffed. "Of course."

Then she glared at me, sprawled on the floor. "Some people just need to learn their place."

I shakily pulled out my phone, wanting to call Tom.

Suddenly, Brenda's eyes narrowed, fixating on my phone.

The next second, she snatched it away.

Brenda's eyes burned, staring at the back of my phone.

"You're unbelievable, having the nerve to use matching phone cases with Mr. Thompson."

She smashed the phone on the floor, shattering it.

"Bitch!"

Brenda went off, grabbing my hair, slapping me over and over.

"I was going to let you off, but now I've changed my mind."

"Someone like you won't learn unless you get taught a lesson."

She tossed me on the floor like trash.