"Tell you what Ryan. I could play nice, if you want.... but it'll cost you."
"For Fucks sake, Ashley, tell me already. WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"I think I am due for a promotion, don't you?" She looks at your astonished face and before you can answer she continues. "I just don't think someone as pretty as me should have to work so hard to get it. That's why losers like you exist; to do my work." She says it somewhat arrogantly, but you know that she is truly sort of naïve to actually believe that. It was hard for you to tell if she was being serious or not.
You couldn't believe where she was going with this. This bitch wanted you to not only do her work, but help her get promoted over you? The audacity that she had to even ask was impressive. "Hell no!" You decisively respond.
"Oh come on. If you just help me get promoted, we will hardly ever have to see each other. I'll be happy, you'll be happy.... It’s a win-win. I passed the bar and I should be a staff attorney by now but I'm stuck working as a paper-pusher like you. Once I get promoted I won’t even have time for pathetic peons like you. You and I both know that prepping for trials and working with clients and paralegal is a full time job in itself. You might never have to see me again."
It was not ideal that you would be helping her move up in the company, but she did have a point. Hell, she would even be working on a different floor than you. It’s either this, or keep up these annoying battles each week. Your work would be the easy, carefree job that it used to be without her around. If she kept getting you in trouble like this, it may even cost you your job.
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