Adeline lifted her heavy body off of the two chairs she had been sitting in, and waddled over to the refrigerator.
"Where in luck." Adeline called out to Ashley. "I was saving a bowl of fettuccine Alfredo and some bread sticks for lunch. There's enough here for the both of us."
"The hell you talking about." Ashley yelled back, her mountainous stomach rumbling. "I could finish that off in twenty seconds! There's got to be more food in there, this is Buttercombe for god sake!"
"uhhh...there is some more food, but it's not mine." Adeline replied. "I think most of it belongs to the Walker sisters."
"Do I look like a give a fuck who it belongs to?" Ashley said, with a devious grin.
"No, no you don't." Adeline laughed, amused by her friends brashness.
Adeline squatted down, sticking her fat ass out even farther, and grabbed all the food left in the fridge. She waddled her way back to the table, and dumped the feast down. Not wasting anytime, Ashley dug into the meal with a frightening amount of speed. Afraid she wold be left behind, Adeline tried to keep pace with her friend. Since both Ashley and Adeline had already eaten, it didn't take long before their speed slowed down to a crawl. Both girls mindlessly munched on whatever was in front of them. In an attempt to make small talk, Adeline asked a question that had been weighing on her mind.
"Hey Ashley?" Adeline called.
"What's up?" Ashley replied, with a mouth full of hamburger.
"You said that because of your accident, you'r being treated like a princess. What did you mean by that."
"Exactly what it sound's like." Ashley replied, with a wide grin. "Polluck's so afraid that I'll sue she'll do anything I want. She gave my office a refrigerator, a T.V, an oven, and microwaves just to shut me up. And just to sweeten the deal, she hired a Russian bitch to be my maid! I'm living the dream."
"Really, she did all that just to keep you quiet?" Adeline inquired, right before she shoved a fistful of skittles into her mouth.
"Yep." Ashley replied, grease running down her lip. "Anything and everything I want, Pollock will give it to me. I'm planning on asking if she can install a Jacuzzi into my cabin, just to see if the bitch will do it!"
"Hmmm..." Adeline hummed, stroking her double chin. "I've been working here since I was 22, and I think I've only gotten a raise once."
"Shit, I've only been here for two years and I've gotten FOUR bonuses." Ashley laughed.
"That's just no fair. I've worked here for eight years. EIGHT YEARS. And I get nothing in return. I deserve some benefits." Adeline whined, furious at the injustice of it all.
"Okay, okay calm down." Ashley chuckled, entertained by her friends outburst. "From where I'm sitting, you have two options. You can be all devious, and do something sinister to get the princess treatment. Or you could just talk to Ms. Pollock. Personally, i'd go with the former."
Adeline was conflicted. She definitely wanted the princess treatment, she had earned it. But she didn't want to lie to get it. Adeline was a lot of things: abrasive, rude, straight forward, a little self righteous, and strict. But she wasn't a cheat. But then again, trying to get Ms. Pollock to hand out bonuses was like trying to squeeze blood from a stone. What was she to do?
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