“You don’t think I’m a raging narcissist?” Rosalind lifted a brow, waving her hands dismissively. “Pshhh. These men get to treat everyone like pawns in their game and they’re applauded for being strong leaders, but we do it, and we’re scorned as evil bitches.” She rolled her neck. “They can call us whatever they want. They’re still the ones on their knees.”
