"Forsythia Brown. What do you mean by that, mocking me? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
"Do you think you still have a face for me to tear apart?"
"Forsythia Brown."
"Sorry, but when conversation doesn't flow, it's better to say less." Forsythia Brown rolled her eyes without looking at Tiffany Mamet anymore.
Tiffany clenched and unclenched her fists behind Forsythia, struggling to contain her anger. Finally, she said, "Mrs. Brown, I can help your senior regain the CEO position, just as long as you agree to one thing."
"I think you should discuss helping my husband to win back the CEO position with him, not with me here."
Tiffany took a deep breath to quell the rage in her heart and said, "As long as you agree, we will live in peace. I will help your senior take back the CEO position."
Forsythia frowned at her, "What does 'living in peace' mean?"
