[Neoxenon]

“Jeez… I’m not sure about this,” I said when they were about to conclude their discussion. “I mean… what you ladies are planning is really nasty. What if Queenie decides to call the police on us?” Claire smiled and replied, “Don’t worry Ben… remember the spreadsheet that started this all? Queenie was behind all the accounts falsification, and she will lose everything if all of us testify against her. She’ll never go to the police, no matter what we do…”

Jo agreed with Claire. “Because she’s our boss, we know all her dirty secrets. She’ll never expect us to turn against her, which is why our plan will work. We just need you to help us Ben… avenge us for all the time that we’ve been bullied by her… for enslaving us to the workplace! This time the slaves will become the master!”

With that, we were committed to the rebellion. The girls would spring the trap and get Queenie in place, and I was told to ‘do my best’ or rather… ‘do my worst’… which means the same thing in this situation. The ancients were wise – they knew it was better to offend a knave than the ‘fairer’ sex.

The following week, Jo was sent to Amsterdam on a business trip to negotiate an important deal, and Queenie ordered everyone to stay back for discussions and for Jo to do a teleconference call to report on the progress of the deal. By the time Jo returned to her hotel room, it would be 7pm in Netherlands and 2am in Singapore, so Claire decided that it was the perfect time to act.