Pregnant Bully Meets Undercover Boss

I was having lunch in the cafeteria when my pregnant coworker, Cindy Jenkins, reached across with her fork and speared the fried chicken drumstick right off my plate.

She did not say a word until she had finished every last bite, then casually remarked, "I'm six months pregnant now, which is when I need the most nutrition. Plus, I'm carrying a boy, the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you all understand how important this baby is?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's that got to do with me? It's not like I'm the father."

She completely ignored me and said, "I'm just letting you all know. From now on, you're taking turns giving me your chicken drumsticks."

The other coworkers at the table quickly looked down and focused on their food, nobody daring to say anything. Only me, the one person who never backed down, kept staring straight at her.

Cindy slammed her fork onto her tray. "What are you looking at? Your drumsticks are mine from now on, got it?"

This was not the first time Cindy Jenkins had barked orders at the rest of us. I had only been at the company for two months, yet I had already seen all kinds of outrageous demands she made while using her pregnancy as an excuse.

She had Mike Miller from Finance drive 25 extra miles every day to chauffeur her to and from work, just because she was afraid riding the bus would harm her precious baby.

Not only that, but she also made Chloe Williams from Purchasing buy her a fresh bouquet every single day, and it had to have dew on the petals. She claimed the scent of fresh flowers helped with fetal movement.

She even had Stephanie Parker from the cubicle next to mine, who majored in foreign languages, sing foreign songs to her belly. She called it 'starting language lessons before the baby was even born.'

It was just a pregnancy, but I could not shake the feeling that Cindy acted like it made her royalty, bossing people around like it was the most natural thing in the world. At this moment, she was setting her sights on our meals.

Watching her strutting around like she owned the place, I had no intention of being polite anymore.

"I honestly don't get it. Are you acting like this because your husband can't afford to buy you a chicken drumstick? If you're having financial difficulties at home, you can apply for extra subsidies through the company's employee assistance program."

I knew it was not great to make assumptions about someone's financial situation, but I could not think of any other reason Cindy was acting this way.

Hearing my question, Cindy shot up from her seat, slamming the table, her finger shaking as she pointed it at my nose. "What are you trying to say? Are you trying to say my husband is poor?!"

"Oh no, Cindy, don't get upset! Think of the baby!" Chloe immediately