14.
Thank God she finished that assignment a couple nights ago. She made it a habit that from now on all the assignments she got from this woman were to be done immediately, all other projects would be put on hold until hers was done.
"Yes, would you like to see it?" she asked faking a smile.
The woman's eyes narrowed as if she didn't expect her to get it done so early.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I would."
She opened her drawer, and pulled out a black binder. She placed it on her desk. The woman snatched it off and began to read through it. Everything was done in perfect detail, better than her or her other employees. It only made her fume with more jealousy.
Orihime was smart, beautiful, and quite frankly everything she was not. She had beautiful colored hair, creamy skin, and a chest most women would kill for, and yet she was kind and humble. She didn't flaunt her body around, or try to act like she was better than the rest of them, it drove the woman mad.
She growled in anger, and began ripping the pages out the binder, tearing them up in front of her eyes.
Orihime gasped wide eyed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING MISS FUKUMOTO!" she exclaimed.
"What's it look like girly! I'm tearing up your assignment! I want it redone over and submitted to me by tomorrow morning or you can kiss this job goodbye do you understand me!"
Orihime's eyes weld up with tears. She spent two straight nights, with barely any sleep, researching, planning, doing rough drafts and edits, to produce a finished product, and this woman comes and reduces her work to shreds.
"I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"
"…Yes…" she said.
"YES WHO!" she yelled, satisfied at Orihime's reaction.
"Yes…Miss Fukumoto…" she said, her anger rising.
"Good." She said tossing the binder on the floor.
She turned and closed the door, leaving a very distraught woman inside.