Chapter 18 The Mid-Year Cocktail Party

• Stella froze for a moment before she burst into fits of exaggerated laughter.
• “Ha! Have you gone nuts, Diane? How could you say something like that? Who do you think you are? You’re just a helpless little staff member who has to feign politeness in front of me. How are you going to kick him down from his spot? You’re going to do it in your dreams, right? Haha!”
• Diane stood up tall in front of her; she stared right into her eyes and said, “Just wait and see—you’ll know what I really mean. Also, don’t think that I’ll be threatened by some silly rumors that your minions have spread. Let me tell you again—you can have that moldy bun all you want. Norman is already dead to me. I wish you happiness with him; just make sure you don’t choke.”