Revenge

There was nothing else for it.

Yvonne would have to grow her fingernails.

She formed plans to clack them against her keyboard,

Along with any other surfaces she might find herself in front of.

You know, desks and that sort of thing.

Or the table in the meeting room.

She couldn't wait to feel the satisfaction.

The judging eyes glancing in her direction from her loathsome co-workers.