Chapter 3

Everyone was surprised, but no one dared defy Tyrone. They hurried out of the office and left Tyrone and Heather alone.

Tyrone looked down at his documents. He ignored Heather. Though he didn't say anything, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Heather didn't know what he meant by this. She watched him hesitantly for a while before deciding to make the first move. "Mr. Elkin, let's just pretend that last night at the Red Rose never happened. I won't tell anyone about it."

She figured that as a company's president, Tyrone probably had a huge ego. It would be disgraceful for people to find out about him being a patron of certain services. He'd probably asked her to stay silent over this matter.

In truth, Heather was even more reluctant than him to have anyone find out about what happened last night. If she'd known he was her new boss, she wouldn't have stepped into that room last night, no matter how short on cash she'd been.

Unbeknownst to Heather, she'd overestimated Tyrone's sense of morality. He couldn't care less about people finding out what he did in his free time. As he signed a document, he looked up at her darkly.

Pretend like nothing had happened? She was pretty open-minded, wasn't she?

Tyrone narrowed his eyes. "Kicking me to the curb after getting out of my bed, Ms. Sutton?"

Heather was taken aback. She said in surprise, "But you wouldn't want me to pester you over this matter, would you, sir?"

Of course not. Tyrone had always hated having women pester him. Heather was doing the sensible thing by guaranteeing that she wouldn't tell a soul about what had happened. But for some reason, her sensibility got on Tyrone's nerves.

After all, he'd seen his fair share of women who wanted to cling to him. She was the first to suggest they acted like nothing had happened.

"Is your pay at Elkin Group too low?" he asked coldly.

"No." Heather didn't know why he'd suddenly switched the topic, but she still answered. She was a fresh graduate without any work experience, yet her monthly salary was more than 7000 dollars after taxes. Everyone in this line knew Elkin Group paid well—it was one of the reasons she wanted to keep the job.

"Why did you sell yourself, then?"

Heather stiffened and pursed her lips. "I was short on cash."

Tyrone's question was blunt, and she'd answered it equally directly. She was short on cash, so she'd sold herself to get it.

A trace of scorn flashed in Tyrone's eyes. He'd never liked materialistic women, and the hint of desire Heather's voice had evoked in him earlier dissipated. He lost interest in speaking with her and looked back down at his documents. "You can go now."

Heather was relieved. She left without saying another word.

…

When Heather returned to her workstation, Joe immediately scooted over to find out what she and Tyrone had talked about.

"God, don't tell me you think she'll actually tell you! You've got a few tricks up your sleeve, don't you, Heather? It's only Mr. Elkin's first day here, yet you've already gotten it on with him. I definitely underestimated you in the past!" Anna mocked.

There were only three secretaries in the secretariat department, but Tyrone had had Heather stay without even asking the names of the other two secretaries. That, coupled with Heather being young and pretty, made it easy for one's mind to concoct all sorts of dirty fantasies.

Heather didn't look ruffled. "Mr. Elkin's already married, Ms. Jenkins. Don't you think it's inappropriate for you to spread rumors like this?"

"You—Fine! Just wait, Heather!" Anna glared daggers at her and stormed off.

…

Tyrone's first day at Elkin Group passed in a flurry of meetings. The secretariat department was in charge of gathering and preparing the various relevant documents and was kept on its feet the whole day.

Heather was worried Tyrone would pick on her, but it turned out she was wrong. He didn't even spare her a glance. Most of the time, he sought out Joe and Anna, who'd worked longer than she had.

It looked like the night they'd spent together was only a business deal that had already passed to him.

That was for the best. Heather secretly felt relieved. All she wanted to do was work hard, get past her internship, and earn more money. She didn't expect to still hear rumors about her and Tyrone within the company, though.

When she went to the pantry to get a coffee, she heard people gossiping inside as she stood at the entrance.

"It's only Mr. Elkin's first day at the office, but they've already slept together. Heather was the one to initiate it, too! She looks so demure and gentle that I never would've expected her to be so shameless."

"I know, right? I heard they didn't even bother shutting the door before getting it on in the office. Heather was moaning so loudly that everyone down the corridor could hear her."

Heather tightened her grip on her mug as a trace of iciness flashed in her eyes. The voices were familiar—they belonged to colleagues that she got along pretty well with. In fact, they frequently had lunch together. She didn't expect them to talk about her like this behind her back.

"Look, none of us actually saw it happen, so we shouldn't gossip about these things. It'll ruin her reputation."

"Why are you speaking up for her when we're just talking about the truth? If you don't believe me, you can ask Ms. Jenkins. You saw Heather seduce Mr. Elkin, didn't you, Ms. Jenkins? Tell everyone about it."

Anna's voice rang out. "Yeah, Heather seduced Mr. Elkin. He didn't want to go along with her in the beginning, but she stripped naked right before his eyes. What kind of man would've been able to handle that? I only saw it when I went back to get my phone. God, I need some bleach for my eyes."

"Whoa! She's such a slut!"

Heather gnashed her teeth and kicked the door down. It swung open with a loud bang and made the women inside jump.

When they saw Heather standing there and looking at them coldly, their expressions turned awkward. They felt diffident as they stood there.

On the other hand, Anna, who went to sit down, rolled her eyes disdainfully and sipped her water leisurely.

"Uh, what are you doing here, Ms. Sutton?" someone asked. Heather ignored them and made a beeline for Anna.

Anna was taken aback but soon returned to her senses. She asked challengingly, "What do you want?"

Heather sneered. Instead of answering, she raised a hand and gave Anna a tight slap.

After a short silence, Anna screamed and pointed at Heather while cupping her face. "How dare you hit me! I'll kill you!"

Heather didn't waste her breath arguing. She kicked Anna in the belly. Anna fell to the floor and clutched her belly while howling in pain.

Screams rang out around them. "Oh, my God. They're fighting!"