Unprofessional

"You’re jealous that I eventually got Kevin, while you can only marry a disabled man?" Tanya exploded in a final fit of impotent rage before hanging up the phone. She was well aware that by hanging up on Ivy like this, Ivy wouldn't be angry but would likely mock her.

Mocking her for willingly becoming a bootlicker, willingly throwing her dignity on the ground to be trampled on.

But so what!

She had no way back.

Tanya's eyes turned red, letting the tears wet her eye sockets. She raised her head, intending to endure it, but ultimately failed.

A silent "plunk" as tears fell.

‘Kevin, no matter what I do, you always look down on me like this. Fine, I don't want this kind of high regard from you anymore. One day, I will make you, and everyone else, kneel and worship me!’

The phone rang at this moment. It was Kevin's secretary.

"Miss Tanya," the secretary's voice was filled with anxiety, with a trembling ton