Rose got ready in gossip position. Hand wrapped around her cup - to the extent that that was possible; why were fancy cups so small? -, leaning slightly forward, eyebrows up, and a malicious grin on her face. "She is exactly like him," Rose said in a scornful tone. She knew it was really rude and unprofessional to gossip about her boss. But surely Mr. Meijer was an exception. He and his sister deserved it. "Which is funny," Rose continued, "because Mr. Meijer really dislikes her. You'd think that that would make him stop and reflect, but it doesn't."