“But I ordered exactly for the 13 people on the list. How could one be missing?” Tiffany frowned, putting on an anxious face that looked incredibly insincere to me.
My name was right smack in the middle of the list. How was it that I was the only one who got skipped?
“How about this? I’ll order another one for you,” she suggested. She was already pulling out her phone.
“Oh, but it won’t arrive until 7:00 pm, and we have a meeting starting soon,” someone else chimed in.
I sneered. I was flabbergasted by how she could think of such childish tactics.
“It’s simple,” I replied. “Whoever made the mistake should take responsibility. How about giving me your dinner instead?”
I didn’t actually care about the food, of course. I only said that for the sake of it.
Before Tiffany could respond, Fiona jumped in sharply, “Do you have no shame? First, you stole Tiffany’s watch, and now you want to snatch her dinner?”
Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Soon, all eyes were on us.
I smirked at her. “First of all, I never stole the watch, as the surveillance footage can prove. If you’re so determined to get to the bottom of it, I’m happy to oblige. Second, did you see me physically take her dinner?”
Fiona clearly hadn’t expected me to respond so logically and was momentarily stunned.
Tiffany stepped forward to play peacemaker. “Yvonne, don’t take it the wrong way. Fiona just has a blunt way of speaking; she didn’t mean anything by it.”
Looking at their hypocritical faces, I grabbed my files and walked straight into the meeting room—out of sight, out of mind.
However, by 9:00 pm, I was so hungry that I was seeing stars. I bombarded my mom with messages when I was taking a break.
“I want braised ham hock, butter shrimp, honey-glazed ribs… oh, and two plates of pasta!”
By the time we wrapped up, it was nearly midnight. Everyone seemed utterly drained, silently leaving in groups.
A sleek black Bentley parked outside the office drew everyone’s attention.
“Tiffany, is that your family’s car?” someone asked. “Your dad is so good to you, always worrying about you walking alone at night and sending a car to pick you up!”
Tiffany pressed her lips into a modest smile. “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that—”
I didn’t say a word. I only stepped forward when the driver got out of the car and waved in my direction.
“What’s going on? Why is she getting in?” Fiona shouted in confusion as I climbed into the car.
I didn’t bother glancing back and simply told the driver to drive.
When I got home, the sight of a table full of my favorite dishes instantly wiped away all my frustrations. I dove in without a second thought.
Just as I was devouring a drumstick, my dad walked in. With some free time on his hands, he casually asked me how work had been these past two days.
My hand paused mid-shred. I held back the words that were about to spill.
“Everything’s fine! Just wait and see—I’ll make a big splash soon!”
Tiffany’s childish tricks were hardly worth troubling my dad over.
I was simply waiting for the perfect opportunity to see Tiffany’s lies unravel completely!
It was still too early to expose them.
