CHAPTER 14: MISS GIFT, WHY ARE YOU CRYING?

In less than five minutes, I was at my company's branch. The workers, who had been laughing and chatting, scrambled to their desks the moment they saw me. Their abrupt silence spoke volumes; they already knew who I was. Though I had never worked at this branch before, my online meetings with all the staff had ensured they recognised me. I smiled at them as I walked to my office on the twelfth floor.

Settling into my chair, I picked up the office phone and summoned my manager. Glancing at the newspapers on my desk, I flinched when I saw my face on the front page.

"MISS BILLIONAIRE, MOTHER OF FASHION, MISS GIFT, VISITS PEARL PACK TO STITCH PRINCESS CATHERINE'S FIFTH BIRTHDAY DRESS." I hadn’t expected this. I smiled, but as I returned the newspaper to the table, something else caught my eye. I picked it up again.

"Is it true that our Alpha is into her, or is it just rumors?" read the headline below the main story. The article was accompanied by a picture of Alexander holding my hand at t