Fired At Noon, Bought The Company At Five

Synopsis

I got no manners, so I never wasted energy on mental overthinking. During Christmas, when relatives asked about my salary, I asked if their pension was enough to cover an ICU stay. When some brat came over and destroyed my figurines, I shredded his homework right back. With that attitude, I had built a reputation across town as a total loose cannon; even the neighborhood dogs gave me a wide berth. Then came the company team-building dinner. I'd just returned from touching up my makeup in the restroom when I overheard the admin, Vanessa Warren, the one who tried way too hard to act young, gossiping to our boss, Kevin Drew. Vanessa said, "These Gen Z kids show up to work with Hermès bags, but anyone can tell they're fakes. "They're all done up like they're heading to a club, not the office. Who knows if they're here to work or just to snag a rich guy? "Mr. Drew, you really need to keep your eyes peeled. People like her will do anything to climb the ladder; they've got no morals at all." I kicked the door open and flashed her a sweet smile. I asked, "Vanessa, did you just come from cleaning toilets with your mouth? The smell is absolutely rancid."