Feisty Little Miss Dorothy

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"What are you doing?" Gretta said as she pulled Dorothy up. This fellow secretary was drop-dead drunk—flailing around while walking sideways.

"Hey!" she said while pulling Dorothy out of someone else's private room. A different organization was holding a celebration inside, she could guess upon seeing their business attires.

They were inside an exclusive restaurant. After Assistant Wang's appointment as CEO, all the board of directors and some of the employees were invited for a celebration. They were inside a private hall and Gretta had to take her outside for a breather.

"Why did you even attend this party if you hate everyone inside?" she asked the drunkard.

"Hmm? I-I cwame hwere twu rwuin everathung for thwose peeplew! Hwo dware they bwetray Mwiss Winnn?!" Dorothy charged towards another room.

"Stop!"

Fortunately, Gretta was able to stop her from entering yet again another private lounge. They've been pulling each other in and out of rooms for half an hour. By that narrow hallway, Dorothy vomited thrice already. She looked like a complete mess.

"Tsk! Come on! I'll take you home!"

She took Dorothy's arms and flung it around her shoulders. She took held both their handbags on another hand while bearing Dorothy's weight on the other. Just when she finally fixed their balance, her phone rang.

"Oh great," she was just about to end the call but she saw Assistant Colton's name flashed on the screen. "Urgh."

"Stay here for a second, alright?" she told the flushed Dorothy, "Don't go anywhere, tsk!"

She sprinted her way towards an empty room before answering the call.

"Hello, Assistant Colton. Sorry for making you wait." she answered.

"It's okay. Secretary Jones. How did the employees react?"

She took a deep breath before shaking her head as if Assistant Colton could see her. "They were devastated, Assistant Colton. They couldn't help but feel like they betrayed their own CEO. Did we really do the right thing?"

There was a pause on the other line before Colton answered. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure CEO Yang knows what he's doing. Let's just hope this never gets out. Or there will be a huge misunderstanding between them." Colton sighed. "CEO Yang is not doing well already. Just another blow... and it will be detrimental for him."

She nodded. "I'll make sure they keep their lips sealed, Assistant Colton."

"Okay, thank you Miss Jones."

She waited before the call ended before bolting her way back to the hallway. When she arrived right where she left Dorothy, her drunken friend was nowhere to be found.

"Wha--" she massaged her temples, "Where did she go?"

Inside another private room, the quadruplets were staying in another private lounge. They didn't want to attend the celebration of Zhi Lin's 'dethronement' but somehow, they wanted to see for themselves how much of a party this celebration would get.

"Mr. Amorsolo is beaming brightly, too bright, I wanna seal his lips shut." Thirdy said.

Dos shook his head. "You are correct. It is indeed unfathomable—how someone would be capable of doing such atrocity."

They were in the middle of downing a shot when the door swung open.

"AHHHHH! STOP ALL THIS CELEBRATIOONNN! HWOW DWARE YWOU AWLL CELEBWATE MWISS LWINS DWEPWARTURE YOWU UNWGTATEFUL JWERKS!"

They almost spilled wine on their suits from surprise. A lady who's average in height, had a blond wavy hair that flowed right down her waist, had her face red from alcohol. And anger.

"What the?!" Four said while wiping his mouth, "What in the world is wrong with this drunken lady?!"

"Wait," Oneil said, "I've seen her before--"

"Oh my, oh my," Dos chimed in, "It is beyond my wildest dreams that my first brethren be a debonair. Bravo! You've got some magic around them females, ey?"

"No. tsk. She's Zhi Lin's secretary."

"Oh."

Oneil approached Dorothy but stepped back when she charged at him. He almost had his nose bitten.

"Argh!" Dorothy snarled and they all panicked.

"Woah! Woah! Get away from her she's dangerous!" Four screamed while taking some pillows on the couch. He placed it in front of him as if using it as a shield. "Thirdy, look out!" he screamed.

Too late. Thirdy was too late. Before he could even heed his brother's call, a pair of hands grabbed him by the hair. As if in a slow motion, his brothers extended their arms to reach out to him before he was masacred by Dorothy.

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed in pain, "E-excuse me! Ahhhhh! I'm not the masochist here! Please grab that guy instead!"

Dorothy looked at whom he had his fingers pointed to. Oneil had his brows furrowed as his two brothers who were standing on the couches pointed their fingers at him as well.

"I'm a masochist? That's not tru--"

"Arghhhh! Assistant Wang you jerk!" Dorothy growled before pushing Thirdy's head off her grasp. She bolted towards Oneil, grappling him by the neck that instance.

"U-uhm..." he 'struggled' with a shaky voice while looking straight into her eyes. His face slowly turned purple from asphyxiation but his expressions were the softest they could be.

He gently tapped Dorothy's arms as her nails pressed down his throat. "I-it's okay. That's... that's right. I-imagine I'm Assistant Wang a-and relieve y-your anger o-o-on m... me."

All his brothers facepalmed themselves.

"This dumbass." Four grumbled before stepping down. Together with Dos, and Thirdy who was busy rubbing his scalp, counting the hair he'd lost, they held Dorothy on both arms to save their brother.

"LWEMME GWO!" Dorothy flailed. Thankfully, they were strong enough to hold her down—for a moment.

"T-thank you." Oneil said while gasping for air.

"Is this gentleman really thankful, though?" Dos pulled his tie off before handing it to Four. "Please tie this intoxicated lady with yours truly's tie."

"What? Are you crazy?" Thirdy said, "Why would you tie down a drunk lady, you perv?!"

"Tie her down before she hurts herself! You moron!" He erupted, pausing for a few seconds to regain his composure after realizing he slipped out of character. He cleared his throat. "Pardon. I meant to say imbecile. You imbecile."

"Tsk." Four grabbed the tie from his hands before attempting to tie Dorothy's hands together.

To their greatest struggles, she did not come down without a fight. Thus, another battle took place in that lounge.

After a few minutes, they all wiped their sweats before slumping themselves on the couch.

"Man..." Thidy said while breathing heavily, "Are all the women inside ZA International enrolled in an Amazonian program? That was exhausting!"

Four ruffled his hair before glancing at his brothers. He smirked. "Should we join Miss Secretary in crashing that party?"

They eyed one another before looking at Dorothy who's been struggling like a mad woman—ready to bite people despite having a gag in her mouth.

"My, my..."

They all smirked.

"Yours truly had never heard such an outstanding idea from this young lad before..."

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