Secrets I

"W--woooowww!" Sasha chuckled with a light laugh. "You have only just returned from your, I bet it should be, your first EVER private jet trip and you are suddenly so over the clouds right now."

"We flew in a chopper, Dimwit."

"Impressive," Sasha let a wry smile dance upon her cherry-red lips, "I love your measure of confidence. Save it for when you come crashing down. I am going to sooooo love making life a living hell for you. Enjoy the rest of your day, Sweetheart."

Sasha, realizing how that side of the reception was already warming up with too many eyes, blew Elma an air kiss and went her way.

"Bitch!" Elma muttered softly to her own hearing and picked up her feet. She was going to stay glued to her office chair all day to avoid getting involved with the likes of Sasha for the rest of the day.

'Why isn't Marcus here yet? Together with my phone?' Elma hissed a curt sigh as she got into the elevator, punching in the right floor number