Angela

 Angela Answers

"If he says one thing to me about how much work I am NOT doing I am going to tell him to go fuck himself. "   Rita said  "Sorry, I'm being a bitch but I've had it with his bullshit."

"I hear you girlfriend.  He is a total asshole.   I can't believe the way he talks to us.  And did you see the way he looked at Ginny the other day when she was wearing that skirt?"   said Roberta

"I know!" shouted Ginny, full of righteous indignation.  "If he does that again, I'm going to HR and complain.   This bitch doesn't take shit from anyone". 

"What about you Angela, he gives you more grief than any of us.  How long are you going to put up with that?"

Angela smiled, but kept  silent as she looked at her co workers, all puffed up with anger as they sat around the board room table.  They were so full of bravado and feminist rage now.  But she knew what was coming.  It always happened when there was a staff meeting.

The door opened and Mr. Hendershott  (or Hendershit as the women liked to call him behind his back) walked in to the room.   He was tall and handsome, all expensive suit and cologne, and he had a stare that could pin a butterfly to a board midflight.  The worst thing about him was that he was about 15 years younger than his staff.  Fresh out of university and full of book knowledge, his idealism had no place in the real world that the women who worked for him had to deal with every single day. 

"Okay Ladies, let's get this show on the road, we've got a lot of work to do!"  he said, as if they were the ones that were late, not him.

Suddenly the bitches in the room transformed into subservient drones as they bustled around making Mr. Hendershot comfortable and fussing with hair and clothing so they looked their best.   Ginny ran to the coffee maker and poured a large cup for him.  She leaned over as she placed it in front of her boss, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage

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"Nice view.  Thank you" he smirked "I bet you were a knockout in your day".   Ginny blushed a furious red, giggled half heartedly and rushed back to her seat. 

 

Angela was not surprised at this behaviour.  She knew way too many women who liked to brag about what bitches they were.  They were the kind of women who loudly proclaimed their bitchiness to all who would listen.  Their Facebook pages were full of "I'm a bitch" memes.  And yet these same women became simpering fools in the face of testosterone.  But Angela had a plan that she hoped would show them that you can be a bitch without being in your face about it.

"Miss Hanrahan have you got that report I asked you for?"   He didn't look at her, just flipped through his notes.

"Yes I do."  she said looking directly at him and holding it out.

"Well where is it?"  he asked.    He looked up and saw her holding the folder out to him.  She saw a flush rise up his neck .   He grabbed it and frowned.

"Miss Hamilton, you know I like my reports in a red folder, not a blue one. "  he tossed the report back in front of her. 

  

He hadn't even looked at the report.  And he had deliberately called her by the wrong name.   None of this was new behaviour.   He had been a jerk from day one.  And they had all tolerated it, fearing for their jobs.   They all knew they could be replaced by a young, ambitious blond at any moment.   But Angela had had enough.  She took a deep breath.

"That is a red folder sir."  she said, her face calm and serious.

" Miss Taliban I am not colour blind.  That folder is green."   He looked at the other women sitting around the table.   " I know that once  you get to a certain age, the eye sight starts to go...perhaps that's the case here?  Rita I wouldn't expect you to know the colour of a folder since I doubt you've laid your hands on many of them....but the rest of you...anyone want to help Miss Hooligan here?" 

  

Angela looked at her co workers hoping they would use some of that bitch they claimed to have.  She raised her eyebrows.  

Rita was near tears at his last remark.  No one worked harder than she did in this office.  Reports were not in her job description and Hendershot knew it.  Angela's heart sank, Rita was going to let her look foolish. 

 

But Angela soon realized the tears were rage, not hurt, as Rita said  "The folder is red sir...."  The room fell deadly silent as the boss looked at his employees and then at the folder.

Ginny giggled.  "Is this some kind of test Mr. Hendershot?"

"Looks pretty red to me....sir"  Roberta said evenly

Hendershot grabbed the report from Angela's hands, his face steely but the flush creeping higher up his collar.

"I don't have time for your silly games.  Let's get on with it."  

At the end of the meeting, which was mercifully brief for a change, Hendershot stood up and without looking at them  said "Back to work ladies".

"Yes Mr. Hendershit"  Angela said.  He paused with is hand on the doorknob.   

"Excuse me, Miss Hanrahan?"  he asked, using her proper name. 

"I said 'yes Mr Hendershot"   she said giving him a puzzled smile.   He stared at her a moment and then stormed out.

"OH MY GOD, Angela, are you crazy??"  Her co workers all gaped at  her in amazement.

"No, not at all. And thanks for backing me up. We bitches have to stick together right?".