ZARA .
“I might actually lose my shit if one more person questions my ability to do my job,” a deep sigh slipped from Zara’s lips as she took a seat, her cup of coffee (with three extra shots of espresso, mind you) in her hand. “I worked hard for this title and to get to where I am, y’know? How dare they question my ability to do my job?” she shook her head in disbelief, barely acknowledging that she’d basically helped herself to a seat at an already occupied table to unload this crap on them. “This is what you get for working among men who think they’re superior in everything that they do in politics, I swear to god,” she was getting more and more worked up by the second, the caffeine certainly not helping, and she had to force herself to take a deep breath and count to ten; finally acknowledging the other person. “Sorry, hi, I sort of just interrupted your day, but this seat wasn’t taken and I really needed to sit down, and that’s about all the excuses I have, so.”
❛ sure you wouldn ‘t like something stronger than that ? ❜ she motions towards zara ‘s coffee, laughing . romy ‘d come to the capital to learn more about the people she ‘d poke fun at week after week, but she didn ‘t except to have coffee with them ! not that she was complaining, zara chao was legendary within the crew, and romy admired her greatly . after all, mockery is the sincerest form of flattery . she often wondered if the people they caricatured paid any attention ? either way, the snl comedian was about to find out . ❛ but please, take the seat . you deserve it, seriously . i know a thing or two about mansplaining in the office, but i can ‘t even imagine what it ‘s like over there . ❜










