Angela couldn't calm down from the very morning. The plan with flyers worked perfectly, but it was not enough. This girl had to pay.
On Angela's table, as if laughing at her, a dozen photographs gleamed. Greg and this girl on the beach, in the car, and even a few pictures were taken with a quadrocopter, from the windows of his penthouse. Seeing them, Ange was so furious that now the entire office was covered with broken glasses from a vase and a coffee table, which she smashed, throwing a statuette at it.
She would not allow this stupid bed warmer to roll in here, as if everyone were waiting just for her, and take everything that should belong to Angela. So many months spent to make Mr. Wels hers, and for what?
The first blonde girl gets all the cream! But never mind, she will make her feel sorry.
Barely restraining herself till lunchtime, Angela, ordered the cleaning of her office and went to a restaurant. Of course, she had never been to this dirty canteen before, but you can sometimes suffer to achieve the goal. Her mood had risen a bit when she walked along the corridors and caught admiring glances from men passing by. Ange has always known what she wants and what she deserves. In everything, she tried not only to achieve the perfection but also to become the one who set the rules. So some lazy cows, like this dishwasher, do not understand how much sweat, blood, and pain are needed to accomplish it.
In the restaurant, as always, it was crowded, but even without listening, you could immediately catch the main news. Suppressing a satisfied smile, Angela stood in line, what a humiliation! But at least she had a chance to hear enough of the gossip from this office plankton.
Men mostly whispering about the "special" skills of the main character, with which she could lure the boss, while women criticized her appearance. Scanning the photo from every angle, looking for cellulite, signs of plastic surgery and wrinkles.
But very soon all those gossips started to bore Ange. The line moved at the speed of a snail, and the main heroine of the moment never showed her nose from the kitchen. Therefore, Angela sneaked out of the crowd and walked past the restrooms to the service premises. Lucky, she only stepped in the kitchen, when she heard a couple of waitresses, also hotly discussing the latest rumors. Angy hid over the corner and waited to hear where this woman could be.
But soon enough it became apparent that the general mood among the kitchen workers was somewhat different from those outside.
" It's strange, don't you think?" - mused one, laying the plates on her tray. - "To be honest, I don't see anything bad in these pictures. Moreover, I recently heard from a friend in the security department that Mr. Wells had known this Ruslana since college. They seemed to have met by chance not so long ago, and the old flame flared again. It sounds very romantic to me."
" I'm sure it's just a rumor. She probably just an old friend, whom he helped to get a job. And long tongues already started working overtime. These people too free for their own good. Think about it, Mr. Wells is wealthy and handsome as a demon. Why would he chose a single mother with two children, and a dishwasher to boot? I tell you, this is just a charity. And how she thanks him for it, that's her business. I would have thanked such a man myself and not once..." - the other replied, seasoning her speech with a throaty laugh.
" Oh Yeah, and then caught him and thanked again!" - joked the second one, giggling.
Angela winced, stupid hags!
Finnely the two hens left, and Angy went further. Not without difficulty, she still managed to find an exit to the stairs, which led down to the unloading area of the food block. As soon as she went out into the backyard, strong smell of garbage, dust and other dirt hit her in the nose. Ange swayed from such an attack and hesitated, anxiously looking at her new corduroy pumps from a famous designer.
"Screw it! "- She thought, taking a step into this hell.
She did not immediately notice her target. It was difficult to recognize the girl from the photos in the person, wrapped in a gray working hoodie. Angela frowned, watching as she packs up the garbage near the dirty containers in the corner of the site. But as soon as Angela took a few two steps in her direction, the girl immediately stopped her work and turned around.
Ange looked at this ordinary face with disdain, trying to understand what Greg could find in this little ugly thing. She had neither a decent make-up nor a fashionable hairstyle, even the ends of her hair were all split. Disgusting! And these features? She looked like a country bumpkin!
" Can I help you with something?" - Flat and steady voice of a girl distracted Angela from her observation.
Angela displayed the universal exhaustion on her face and with a sigh took a step forward.
"Yes, you can! You are Lana, right? That is, Ruslana Benne, isn't it?" - She said, carefully disguise contempt in her voice.
"Yes. That's me." - she replied, wiping her dirty hands on the apron.
"We need to talk," - Ange squeezed out, trying to figure out where to go. She could not stay in this pigsty for a minute longer.
"Speak," - Lana shrugged.
Finding no alternative, Angela decided to just wrap it up quickly.
"I'm Angela Leib. The press secretary of our corporation and a close friend of Mr. Wells," - putting emphasis in the right places, she began, waiting for some reaction on the girl's face. But Lana continued to stare at her blankly. " Let's get straight to the point, you should be aware of the scandal that you created today with these leaflets?"
The girl raised one eyebrow in surprise.
" I created it? You're saying, I spread this garbage around? What's the use of it for me?" - Lana tryed to hold back laughter.
"I do not claim that you spread, but you became the cause of these gossips. Do you even know how much damage this will do to the corporation? If this scandal reaches the media, the company can lose millions only because of one woman."
"Then it is even more surprising that you took such a step and spread this gossip yourself." - Lana said sassy, suddenly coming closer. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring at Angela's face, making her flinch.
"Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?" - laughed Ange. {Is it her tactic, or what?} - She thought, looking at the rude woman.
"You're lying!" - the Lana proceeded calmly, slowly circulating Angela. - "The corporation works in the defense field, and minor scandal related to the personal life of the CEO will not affect neither the value of the shares nor the sales. You do not sell children's toys after all. Although you definitely double-crossed Frank. He wouldn't be thrilled when it turned out that his guys not only failed to protect Mr. Wels's private life but also betrayed him."
This psychopath almost purred, continuing to move toward Angela. Ange retreating did not even notice how she was pressed back to one of those dirty containers.
" Are you crazy? What the hell can you understand? You - garbage!" - Angela spat out, but the voice was no longer so confident. In her head, this conversation had to unfold in a completely different way.
Lana stretched her lips in a predatory smile.
"Darling, don't judge a book by its cover, I warn only once. If something like this happens again, you'll regret it."
"And what can you do? Run to complain to Greg? Well, let's see which side he'll take when it comes to choosing between a business partner and a bed warmer for one or two nights. Who do you think you are?" - Angela hissed, no longer holding back disgust, that twisted her face.
The girl just mysteriously smiled and turned around, headed back to the stairs, singing a children's song under her nose in a creepy voice:
...
Do not lie on this side.
A wolf will come to you tonight
His eyes are bright.
And teeth are white,
He's gonna eat you in one bite ...