Lennon
“So, are you really an intern? You seem to know far too much about the business just to be an intern. Especially for a woman.”
“Especially for a woman? Don’t forget about that pesky menstrual cycle. I’m mean, a woman is bad enough, but a hormonal one? How do you men even cope?”
“Hey, you said it, not me. So?” I asked.
“Lennon, go f**k yourself,” Kimmy looked me in the eye and said. There wasn’t a shred of fear or hesitation in her words, she didn’t care who heard her, and she was dead serious.
“Excuse me?”
“Go. f**k. Yourself. My gender has nothing to do with my ability to know the business or not, and the fact that you’d try to use it as a negative makes you a dick.”
“Wow. Not to sound like even more of a d**k, but do you know who I am?” This was a
