“No, how dare you?,” she screamed at me.

“What’s your problem? I am standing right outside my office. How is that pissing you off?” I asked her.

“You know what you did, you whore. What’s so funny for you to laugh all about?,” she growled. I knew she was pissed off with me making fun of her and was certainly passing aggression to me.

“I have every right to behave, and don’t you dare call me a whore again,” I said, as I held her hand tightly.

“Let go of my hands, you bitch, before I do what you would regret now,” she said, and I held it tighter.

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