When the Bimbo Met the Bot
Language: en
The entire department was drowning in overtime to hit our quarterly project launch. My coworker tossed a heavy folder onto my desk, her chin tilted up with practiced innocence. "I’m a pretty princess, Elaine," she said, her voice dripping with weaponized sweetness. "Thinking too hard gives me wrinkles, and honestly, you have that sturdy, low-maintenance look. Why don't you just take care of this for me?" I refused her. Coldly, and in front of everyone. She lost her mind right there in the open-plan office, smashing my laptop to pieces while sobbing that I was only doing this because I was…