“That’s my cousin, of course, I’ve seen her. But she’s been living overseas for years. Hardly ever comes back. Even I barely see her. Someone like you—a low-class nobody—don’t even dream about it.”
I let out a short laugh. “Is that so? If the Sales Champion isn’t ‘low-class,’ then why did she steal someone else’s title and bonus? Don’t tell me… you’re the fake heiress?”
“Bitch!” Her face went completely dark as she glared daggers at me. “Phoebe! Don’t push your luck. Your title was revoked because you didn’t deserve it. I earned mine with real skill!”
“Skill?” I took a step closer, staring straight at her.
“You mean the ‘skill’ of playing games at your desk every day? The ‘skill’ of taking two-hour lunch breaks and clocking out exactly at five?
“Or maybe the ‘skill’ of spending an entire day typing only the words ‘Project Plan’ into an empty PowerPoint?”
I wasn’t speaking fast, but every word hit hard enough to make her flinch.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Then she shot a desperate look toward Cody.
His face showed that classic can’t-believe-how-useless-you-are expression. Then he turned to me, his voice dropping low.