Stacy is a high-ranking manager working at Gilmore Enterprise. Being an arrogant person, she treated people whom she thought were beneath her in a condescending manner. One day, she entered her office when she saw Edmund, an old classmate whom she used to bully. "Hmm," she thought to herself. "Maybe I'll have some fun with him."
"Hey, loser," she yelled. "After all these years, you're just a janitor? Guess you really are a dumb little nerd." Edmund looked up, but instead of confronting her for her rude behaviour, he just smiled. "Hi, there," he said. "What a small world. Didn't know you work here too, friend."
"Of course I do," Stacy smirked. "I'm a high-ranking manager in this company, unlike you."
Suddenly, she deliberately poured coffee onto the floor.
"Oops, I'm so clumsy. Clean that up," she ordered. As Edmund walked towards the mess, Stacy stuck her leg out and tripped him over. "This will teach you to be more attentive," she smirked before walking away.
That afternoon, a new CEO named Fred walked in. Stacy put on a sweet smile and rushed to greet him. "Hi Mr Fred, it's an honour to work with you," she said in her sweetest voice. Fred smiled until he noticed Edmund using the coffee machine.
"How dare you?" he shouted. Stacy jumped in. "Yes, how dare a lowly janitor touch that with his dirty hands?" she chipped in.
"You're fired," Fred snapped.
"You hear that? Get out of here," Stacy said with a smirk. Suddenly, Fred turned to her.
"No, I'm talking about you," he yelled. Stacy froze. "What?" she asked, appalled. Suddenly, Edmund stepped forward.
"Thank you for helping with the test, Sir Janitor," he said to Fred, who then took off his badge and nodded. "My pleasure, boss," he replied.
"That's all for you for now. You can go for your coffee break," Edmund said. Fred nodded and poured himself a coffee from the coffee machine to complement the snacks he bought. Stacy's jaw dropped.
"You...you're the CEO?" she stammered.
"Yes," Edmund replied. "And you've shown me that you haven't changed at all. This man cleans that coffee machine every day, so why can't he use it? You're just a bully who hasn't matured."
"But I...," Stacy tried to speak, but Edmund raised his hand to stop her.
"Save it, you've said enough. Now get out before I call security," he said in a voice that was not open to objection.
"You'll be very sorry you do this to me, get it?" Stacy threatened. Edmund, however, remained unfazed.
"If you have that much time to threaten me, I suggest you go find a rich husband, because you're not going to get a good job. I'll make sure of that," he said firmly. With her head hung low, Stacy left the office. The employees, who had suffered under her, cheered. The reign of bullying had finally ended.