Edie smiled. "How much I make is my business, Miss. Herring. I'm a hard worker, and maybe I don't get paid enough. Then I look at all these lazy-workers who are overpaid relative to their productivity. Is that fair?" Edie asked. "You invested a lot of money in getting the role of Yvonne Patricia. How dare you criticize me!"
Vicky was angry and pointed her finger at Edie. "How dare you say that to me! Who do you think, you are?" she shouted hysterically.
Edie had a confused expression on her face. "What do you mean? It's not true?" she asked.
Vicky knew the truth, and so did Edie. "I'm not going to talk about this anymore. Tell me! Will you give me your room or not?" she screamed as her face started getting redder and redder each second.
A satisfied grin appeared on Edie's face. She said one word. "No." Then she walked past Vicky and hit the button to the elevator.
