You're Fired, My Dear

Synopsis

My boyfriend's female intern, Olivia Lowe, was having a birthday and insisted I come along to the party. Inside the private room, Olivia was practically hanging all over my boyfriend, Blake Grant. While we were playing games, a bit of my red long johns peeked out from my pant leg, and she instantly burst out laughing. Olivia said, "Oh my god, Samantha, who even wears long johns anymore? That's so lame. I thought only country grannies still wear stuff like that." My face fell, but she just put on an innocent look and continued, "Oh, sorry, I forgot you're from a small, poor town, so you can't stand cold. I just say whatever comes to mind, Samantha, so don't take it personally." Blake had his arm casually draped over her bare legs, explaining offhandedly, "She's a fashion blogger. Her words can be harsh, but she means well. No need to get mad at a young girl, right?" I forced myself to stay calm and made up an excuse to step outside for some air. Just as I reached the door, I caught their mocking voices from inside. Olivia said, "Look at her, bundled up like a snowman. She's such a turn-off. How do you even put up with that?" Blake said, "Honestly, I'm only with her for the cash. She's got zero charm, a total hick, and a complete snooze-fest." So, he was only with me for the money? I snorted with angry laughter. Alright, let me show him what real power looked like. I whipped out my phone and called the HR director. "Revoke all of Blake's promotions. And put out a notice to the whole industry. Let's see which company has the guts to hire a backstabber like him. "