72: Cat Fight

Fenella’s POV

The woman approached me with angry steps, her face showing fierceness in the corners of her eyes that arched high. She stood right in front of me, no longer caring about the pairs of eyes now watching us from the tables in this room.

They all stopped working. There was no phone ringing, no sound of keyboards clicking, and no one talking. The room suddenly fell into a tense silence as Rebecca stood right in front of me.

"I am the boss here, and I am a junior partner in this firm. You can't talk to me like that," she said slowly, emphasizing each word.

She yelled sharply, her breath uneven. It seemed like her anger had reached its boiling point.

Not wanting to back down, I finally stood my ground in front of her. I clenched my fists by my sides, leaning forward and glaring back at her fiercely.

"I can do whatever I want, and I am not your employee," I said, raising my voice and emphasizing each word.

"You bitch!"

The next moment, she picked up the hot coffee from my desk.