Shirley Grant leaned back in her seat with a smile, leisurely lifting a small mirror to check her reflection.
"Wasn't I clear enough? Didn't you act in the same way, with your gratuitous flattery? And what came of it in the end?"
Not many people in the whole Office Room knew about those embarrassing incidents, but she, Shirley Grant, knew every detail. Didn't this Nia Mitchell now remind her of the Phoebe Walker from years ago? Thinking she had the world at her fingertips, just because she was carrying a cup of coffee. Little did she know, behavior like that would only alienate people further.
Phoebe Walker looked as if someone had stepped on her tail.
"Shirley Grant, you make it sound as if you're so upright and aboveboard. Do you think no one will find out if you just suppress your own skeletons?"
