"The man I'm going to kill." She said, drinking her orange juice calmly. "For cheating on me with his secretary. Who I could've babysat for when I was ten. She would've been four."

She's not bitter. Nope. "But the worst part is," she rambles on to Chloe, who probably could care less, "Is he's my boss. So I have to work with the bastard, if I want to help children."