"Does Secretary Martinez think her efforts deserve everyone's admiration? Should those who hang their heads on the beam and poke their thighs be worshiped as gods and Buddhas?"
"Just because you were born noble, can you erase the efforts others have made for decades?"
"That's interesting, Secretary Martinez. If the International Negotiator Evelyn Cobb were standing in front of you today, would you still say that?"
A long time ago, Isabella Martinez had gone through great lengths to reach out to Evelyn Cobb in order to learn some negotiating skills.
If her memory served her right, Evelyn should have imparted some knowledge to her.
But now, as the once humble person was replaced by someone who looked down on her, it became evident that people were indeed creatures of class.
Without exception, they all clung to those above and trampled those below.
"What do you mean?"
