Murphy never did had an eye to sift out the dumb ones, even if she insisted plenty that she did. Rainbow rolled her brown eyes, framed by oldschool horn-rimmed spectacles, and with the softest voice she could that intertwined with a bold authoritative tone, hissed at the pinkette, "[i]Yau mou gau cho?[/i]"

Said boss flounced her way to the male and slapped a hand on his shoulder, and chortled, "Good speech. I'm Murphy but you know that already. I'm responsible for spitting out your paychecks. And the stone cold woman with her arms folded there is Rainbow."

"Rain," the secretary corrected while unfolding her arms, and opted to prop a hand on her hip. "If you make a comment about my name or glasses, I'll introduce my Staccato heel to your flowerbud."

If such speech was frowned upon in companies, clearly this boss missed the memo.