Tiffany handed one bottle over to Aye, “Here. Now we’re even, right? Your boobs are small. You should drink more; maybe they’ll grow.”
Aye smacked her, feigning shyness, “Stop that! By the way, you’ve been doing pretty well these days. We have the same pay, but you’ve been pretty generous to yourself. You’re always wearing different clothes and carrying a different bag every day. That watch you’re wearing costs thousands too. You’re not exactly a wealthy woman, but you could be considered a yuppie.”
Tiffany did not answer. In her previous company, rumors circulated just because she was carrying a handbag worth tens of thousands. She was traumatized. Now, she took great pains to behave herself in Jackson’s company. She dressed averagely and used the cheapest watch she had at home. Her bag was a $15 purchase from Amazon too. In the end, Aye still saw her as a well-off person. Was she supposed to dress up in dollar store clothes to be classified as poor? Was the quality of life for a fashion designer supposed to be that low?
Her silence did nothing to stop Aye’s chattering little mouth, “By the way, I’ve heard that Mr. West is engaged. This news was so shocking. He had always been anti-marriage, but now it seems that he’s found true love. It’s not easy. We’re all kind of sad, but we’re sincerely happy for him. The Adonis finally receives his happy ending. He’s even changed his female secretary to a man. That woman’s influence on him is pretty obvious. I wonder who’s the lucky girl.”
Tiffany was secretly pleased with herself. She nearly patted herself on the chest and declared: “‘Tis I, the great damsel who’s slain that old ba*tard.” Luckily, she managed to contain herself, “Go back to work. Stop gossiping. You’re going to get reprimanded again if the department supervisor catches you.”
Aye cast a look at the department supervisor then obediently went back to her set, “What do you think we’ll have for supper tonight?”
“Huge crabs and huge lobsters,” Tiffany replied without a single thought.
Aye was getting suspicious, “How do you know? You seem so sure.”
Tiffany shot her a mysterious smile, “Because I have a craving.”
By supper time, Aye saw that the company cafeteria tables were filled with huge crabs and lobsters. She gasped at Tiffany, who was like a god to her now, “You really are a god. You’ve even managed to figure out Mr. West’s treat for us. This is too sumptuous, and it’s unlimited. We can have as much as we want, and take away the leftovers. This is too extravagant. How much does this meal cost? There are so many of us working overtime today…”
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