Her voice remained calm, but there was a quiet steel behind it now.
"Still, Lisa always found new ways to torture and belittle me. So no, I won't pretend I don't hold a grudge."
"And let's not even get into how she and her sugar daddy—the company director who backed her—tried to have me and my family killed the night before the apocalypse descended," Kisha said, her voice calm but laced with venom. "Why? Because I had the nerve to report her schemes to upper management. The result? Both she and her precious sponsor were fired."
She turned to Lisa, offering her a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Lisa, trembling with rage, glared back with such intensity it was as if she wanted to rip Kisha apart on the spot.
"And that," Kisha continued coldly, "is why someone like her will never have a place on my team. Not just because I want revenge—but because I don't need a poisonous variable in my ranks. Not someone who might stab me in the back when things matter most."
