<strong>Veronica Donnington</strong><br/><br/><br/>It took her a record low of three seconds to develop a hatred for Jamie and already she felt her blood boil. So chef Snell is the boss, what does that make you? His lapdog? Bitch. Still with a very sore spot on her thigh, she sighed and started to get dressed again. Then the other woman spoke and broke the record Jamie had just set. There was nothing wrong with her body. She knew that and she was proud of her body. In fact she was pretty sure she had a nicer body than any of the girls around here. The blonde who just spoke looked more masculine than her father, Jamie was too skinny and the other girl at the counter looked like Alice in fucking Wonderland, with the geeky glasses and the stupid hair.<br/><br/>She was however the only one in this kitchen she didn't already hate and decided to keep that for now. She had just taken her pants back on when she heard the comments about the boots. It wasn't her choice of footwear at all and they were mightely uncomfortable. The only reason she was wearing this was because she was asked and so far, the day hadn't started out too well. Finally she could no longer keep her tongue. If this was going to get her fired, so be it, she was not going to be the passive little lamb to push around with.<br/><br/><strong>"Your mother did't have half the taste I had you fucking cunt. I was told to wear high heels, nobody ever specified how they should look like. So if you have a problem with the boots you should get your shit together. Bitch."</strong><br/><br/>With that last word she tightened her pants and put on her blouse, already relieved at making her stance, whatever the consequences would be.