Evelyn sneered, arrogance unchecked. "You aren't worthy of being on the same floor as me! I'll tell the cleaning department—you go work there!"
"Okay. I understand."
I tucked my computer under my arm and walked out of my own office without a fight.
Evelyn dropped into my chair, spinning around smugly. Her lips curled into a sinister smile. "It won't be long before the Dickerson Group is mine. As soon as I give Lucas a son, my status will be unshakable! Daniela, you're just a washed-up heiress from a bankrupt family—what right do you have to compare yourself to me?"
Not long after, Lucas's voice drifted in from the hallway. "Daniela, how is the land acquisition in the southern suburbs coming along?"
He pushed the door open, only to find Evelyn wearing headphones, playing video games on the CEO's computer.
"Lucas!" Evelyn ripped off the headphones and jumped up to greet him.
"Where is Daniela?" He scanned the room, confused.
"Daniela... she..." Evelyn stammered, then put on a distressed face. "She *insisted* on working in the cleaning department. I couldn't stop her!"
Her eyes filled with instant tears. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made so many demands. I made her unhappy."