The office buzzed with its usual morning rhythm: phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and murmured conversations floating through the air. Yet, as Rita stepped into the building, it was as if time itself hesitated to catch its breath.
Dressed impeccably in a bold red dress that radiated confidence, Rita strode past the rows of desks with a radiant smile on her lips. She exuded an air of triumph, a stark contrast to the defeated figure some had expected after the previous night's ordeal. Heads turned as she made her way to her desk, her poise unshaken by the whispers that rippled through the office.
Margaret, seated near the corner office, froze mid-sentence when her eyes landed on Rita. The blood drained from her face, leaving her with a pale, almost ghostly complexion. She had been certain that the events of the previous night would leave Rita broken, disheveled, or better yet—missing entirely. How could she possibly be standing here, grinning as if nothing had happened?
Rita's eyes locked onto Margaret's, and for a fleeting moment, their gazes collided like lightning against steel. The corners of Margaret’s mouth twitched in an attempt to suppress her growing discomfort. She quickly turned her attention back to her computer screen, pretending to be engrossed in work. But the sweat forming on her brow betrayed her.
Rita didn’t stop at her desk. Her heels echoed through the room like a war drum as she changed course, heading straight for Margaret. The energy in the office shifted, and an almost tangible tension settled over the air. Employees exchanged nervous glances, unsure whether to lean in closer or retreat into their cubicles.
“Good morning, Margaret,” Rita greeted, her voice as sweet as honey yet sharp as glass. She leaned against the edge of Margaret’s desk, her smile never faltering.
Margaret looked up, feigning calmness. “Rita,” she said, her tone clipped. “You’re…early today.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Rita replied, tilting her head slightly. “After all, I wouldn’t want to disappoint the team by not showing up. I’m sure my absence would have delighted some, though—maybe even you?”
Margaret straightened in her chair, her fingers gripping her pen tightly. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, forcing a tight-lipped smile.
Rita’s expression didn’t waver, but her eyes burned with an intensity that sent shivers down Margaret’s spine. “Oh, come now, Margaret,” Rita said lightly. “There’s no need to play coy. I was just curious if you were disappointed…disappointed that I didn’t die in there last night.”
The room fell deathly silent. Every pair of eyes was now glued to the unfolding scene. Rita’s words cut through the air like a dagger, their weight impossible to ignore. Margaret’s facade cracked, her mask of composure giving way to panic. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched her pen, unable to meet Rita’s unrelenting gaze.
“I…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Margaret stammered, her voice lacking the confidence it usually carried. “If you’re implying something, perhaps you should think twice before making baseless accusations.”
Rita let out a soft chuckle, the sound sending chills down the spines of those watching. “Baseless accusations? Oh, Margaret, you misunderstand me. I’m not implying anything. I’m simply asking a question. But if you’d like me to clarify, we could always watch the surveillance footage together—after all, the cameras tell quite an interesting story.”
Margaret’s eyes widened, her carefully constructed armor of lies crumbling under the weight of Rita’s words. Her breath hitched as the reality of the situation dawned on her. The surveillance footage. She hadn’t accounted for it.
“You’re bluffing,” Margaret hissed, her voice low and desperate.
Rita leaned in closer, her tone remaining calm but lethal. “Am I? Why don’t we find out? Oh, and Margaret,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper that only the two of them could hear, “you might want to start packing your things. I doubt you’ll be needing that desk much longer.”
Without waiting for a response, Rita straightened and turned on her heel, her smile never wavering as she walked back to her desk. The tension in the office lingered, but there was a newfound spark of admiration in the eyes of those who watched her. Rita had proven once again that she was not someone to be underestimated.
Margaret sat frozen at her desk, her heart pounding as her mind raced. The realization that her schemes had been exposed left her paralyzed with fear. She knew this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
Rita, however, had already moved on to her next task. With every click of her keyboard, she reaffirmed her resolve. She wasn’t just here to survive—she was here to thrive. And anyone who dared to stand in her way would learn the hard way just how unstoppable she truly was.
The office was abuzz with chatter, the kind that thrived in hushed tones and sly glances. Phones vibrated with notifications as employees shared the latest scandal circulating in the company’s private groups. The image was striking: Rita stepping out of a sleek, expensive car, her posture elegant and composed, while a butler held the door open for her. The caption beneath the photo read: “Our secretary or a secret sugar baby? You decide.”
The whispers began almost immediately, spreading like wildfire through the office. Groups of employees huddled together, their voices low but their laughter unmistakable.
“She’s probably using her father’s name to get favors,” one woman sneered, her tone dripping with envy. “Or maybe she’s got some rich boyfriend funding her lifestyle.”
“Rich boyfriend? More like a string of them,” another chimed in, her smirk widening. “You don’t get that kind of treatment without some serious connections—or compromises.”
A man leaned back in his chair, chuckling. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s climbing the corporate ladder in more ways than one. You know how these spoiled types are.”
The gossip grew louder, emboldened by the anonymity of their group chats. Rita, oblivious to the storm brewing around her, entered the office with her usual grace, her head held high. She greeted her colleagues with a polite smile, unaware of the judgmental eyes following her every move.
As she settled at her desk, the whispers turned into outright ridicule. A group of employees near the coffee station exchanged exaggerated laughs, their voices deliberately loud enough for her to hear.“Must be nice to have someone open doors for you,” one of them said, her tone mocking. “I wonder what it costs to get that kind of service.”“Probably more than we make in a year,” another replied, his laughter echoing through the room.Rita paused, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. She glanced up, her sharp eyes scanning the room. The laughter died down, but the smirks remained. She could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on her, the sting of their words cutting deeper than she cared to admit.Taking a deep breath, Rita stood and walked toward the coffee station, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. The group fell silent as she approached, their smug expressions faltering under her unwavering gaze.“Good morning,” Rita said, her voice calm but firm. “I couldn
Before Rita could respond to Margaret’s veiled threat, a calm voice interrupted the unfolding scene. “Margaret,” the voice said, firm but composed, “I think that’s enough.”Everyone turned to see Daniel, a marketing analyst who rarely drew attention to himself. His presence was unassuming, yet in this moment, his confidence filled the room, commanding respect. Daniel walked toward Rita’s desk, his sharp blue eyes locking onto Margaret’s with an unyielding determination that immediately silenced her.“Why do you find it necessary to humiliate a colleague in front of everyone?” he asked, his tone even but cutting. “This is a professional workplace, not a tabloid.”Margaret’s lips parted in surprise, her usual arrogance faltering under Daniel’s scrutiny. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, though her voice lacked conviction. “I was simply addressing the concerns circulating within the office.”“Concerns that you’ve clearly fueled,” Daniel shot back without hesitation. “Let me remi
The boardroom hummed with anticipation as the employees eagerly awaited Nathan’s big announcement. The air was electric, the kind of tension that preceded monumental changes. Rita sat quietly beside her father, Richard Moreau, whose expression betrayed a rare blend of pride and composure. Nathan, standing at the podium, glanced at his sister, silently reassuring her that everything would go as planned.But just as Nathan opened his mouth to speak, the sound of the doors swinging open echoed across the room. Heads turned toward the interruption, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Strutting in with an air of unearned confidence was none other than Linet, the governor’s daughter. Her heels clacked against the polished floor, her movements unapologetically bold. By her side was another woman, younger and less familiar—Anita, whose sharp eyes scanned the room as if she owned it.Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by murmurs of confusion. Linet, oblivious to the tension in the r
Nathan narrowed his eyes, his expression skeptical. “You’re saying we let her run her mouth and make a fool of herself just to see what she’s up to?”Rita nodded. “Exactly. It’s clear she’s been sent here for a reason, and if we force her out now, we might lose the opportunity to uncover the truth. Let her stay—for now. But we’ll keep a close eye on her and whoever is pulling the strings.”Richard exhaled heavily, his displeasure still evident. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “But I’m doing this for you, Rita. The moment she crosses a line—”“She’ll have to answer to us,” Rita finished, her voice firm. “Trust me, Papa. We’ll handle this.”Nathan exchanged a glance with their father, then sighed. “Alright, I’ll go along with this—for now. But if they think they can waltz in here and take over, they’re in for a rude awakening.”Rita gave them a small smile before turning her attention back to the front of the room, where Linet and Anita were now laughing and chatting with a small group of
The following day, Linet and Anita arrived at the company in their usual flawless style—dressed to impress, with impeccable makeup and hair. They had spent the night strategizing their arrival, determined to set the tone for how they would be treated from then on.As they stepped through the glass doors of the company lobby, heads turned. The employees, who had only heard rumors about Anita’s new role and Linet’s possible involvement, were taken aback. The office, usually buzzing with a casual energy, fell into an almost hushed atmosphere as they walked in, both of them exuding an air of superiority and power.Anita, who had always been keenly aware of the importance of first impressions, took a slow, deliberate walk towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the polished floor with each step. Linet, following close behind, matched her pace perfectly, her eyes scanning the room as if measuring each employee’s worth.The receptionist, who had been busy answering the phone, looked up a
Rita’s patience had worn thin, the sting of Linet’s insults festering deep inside her. She had been calm, composed, and controlled until now, but something snapped. Her hand moved faster than she could think, and with a sharp, resounding crack, her palm collided with Linet’s cheek.The sound of the slap echoed through the office, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.Linet’s head jerked to the side, her hair flying with the force of the blow. For a moment, she was frozen, her eyes wide in shock, as if she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The employees standing around them watched in disbelief, some whispering to each other in hushed tones while others simply stood there, too stunned to move.Linet’s hand instinctively went to her face, her fingers tracing the spot where the slap had landed, and then, with a growl of fury, she snapped.“You bitch!” she yelled, her voice venomous. Without thinking, Linet lunged at Rita, shoving her hard in the chest. The force of the push se
Rita stormed into Harry’s office, her eyes burning with fury. She barely glanced at the secretary as she marched straight past her, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the hallway. She didn’t knock, just opened the door wide and let herself in, slamming it behind her.“Harry,” she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. “The company’s management needs a serious revisiting.”Harry was sitting behind his desk, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched his sister pace back and forth, her movements sharp and tense. He leaned back in his chair, doing his best to remain calm, though he couldn’t help but feel a little amusement bubbling inside him. Rita was adorable when she was angry, her cheeks flushed, her lips pursed in that familiar, fiery expression."Rita, calm down," Harry said, his tone soothing. He leaned forward slightly, trying to keep the situation under control. He had seen her like this before, and he knew it was just a matter of time before she'
That evening, Rita stepped out of her car and took a deep breath of the cool night air. The soft lights of the lounge glowed warmly in front of her, and inside, music drifted gently through the windows. She had chosen this spot intentionally—quiet, familiar, and far away from the chaos of the company drama. She needed a break, and there was only one person she could truly relax around: her longtime friend, Janet.Janet was already waiting at a cozy corner booth, waving enthusiastically the moment she saw Rita. With her ever-vibrant energy and sassy charm, Janet was the kind of friend who made the weight of the world feel lighter—at least for a while.“Girl! You finally made it!” Janet said, getting up to hug her. “I was beginning to think you chickened out on me.”Rita chuckled softly, easing into the seat across from her. “I needed a breather. Work’s been… a mess.”Janet arched a brow playfully. “That serious? Come on, spill it.”The waitress arrived and took their orders. Janet orde
That evening, Rita stepped out of her car and took a deep breath of the cool night air. The soft lights of the lounge glowed warmly in front of her, and inside, music drifted gently through the windows. She had chosen this spot intentionally—quiet, familiar, and far away from the chaos of the company drama. She needed a break, and there was only one person she could truly relax around: her longtime friend, Janet.Janet was already waiting at a cozy corner booth, waving enthusiastically the moment she saw Rita. With her ever-vibrant energy and sassy charm, Janet was the kind of friend who made the weight of the world feel lighter—at least for a while.“Girl! You finally made it!” Janet said, getting up to hug her. “I was beginning to think you chickened out on me.”Rita chuckled softly, easing into the seat across from her. “I needed a breather. Work’s been… a mess.”Janet arched a brow playfully. “That serious? Come on, spill it.”The waitress arrived and took their orders. Janet orde
Rita stormed into Harry’s office, her eyes burning with fury. She barely glanced at the secretary as she marched straight past her, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the hallway. She didn’t knock, just opened the door wide and let herself in, slamming it behind her.“Harry,” she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. “The company’s management needs a serious revisiting.”Harry was sitting behind his desk, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched his sister pace back and forth, her movements sharp and tense. He leaned back in his chair, doing his best to remain calm, though he couldn’t help but feel a little amusement bubbling inside him. Rita was adorable when she was angry, her cheeks flushed, her lips pursed in that familiar, fiery expression."Rita, calm down," Harry said, his tone soothing. He leaned forward slightly, trying to keep the situation under control. He had seen her like this before, and he knew it was just a matter of time before she'
Rita’s patience had worn thin, the sting of Linet’s insults festering deep inside her. She had been calm, composed, and controlled until now, but something snapped. Her hand moved faster than she could think, and with a sharp, resounding crack, her palm collided with Linet’s cheek.The sound of the slap echoed through the office, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.Linet’s head jerked to the side, her hair flying with the force of the blow. For a moment, she was frozen, her eyes wide in shock, as if she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The employees standing around them watched in disbelief, some whispering to each other in hushed tones while others simply stood there, too stunned to move.Linet’s hand instinctively went to her face, her fingers tracing the spot where the slap had landed, and then, with a growl of fury, she snapped.“You bitch!” she yelled, her voice venomous. Without thinking, Linet lunged at Rita, shoving her hard in the chest. The force of the push se
The following day, Linet and Anita arrived at the company in their usual flawless style—dressed to impress, with impeccable makeup and hair. They had spent the night strategizing their arrival, determined to set the tone for how they would be treated from then on.As they stepped through the glass doors of the company lobby, heads turned. The employees, who had only heard rumors about Anita’s new role and Linet’s possible involvement, were taken aback. The office, usually buzzing with a casual energy, fell into an almost hushed atmosphere as they walked in, both of them exuding an air of superiority and power.Anita, who had always been keenly aware of the importance of first impressions, took a slow, deliberate walk towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the polished floor with each step. Linet, following close behind, matched her pace perfectly, her eyes scanning the room as if measuring each employee’s worth.The receptionist, who had been busy answering the phone, looked up a
Nathan narrowed his eyes, his expression skeptical. “You’re saying we let her run her mouth and make a fool of herself just to see what she’s up to?”Rita nodded. “Exactly. It’s clear she’s been sent here for a reason, and if we force her out now, we might lose the opportunity to uncover the truth. Let her stay—for now. But we’ll keep a close eye on her and whoever is pulling the strings.”Richard exhaled heavily, his displeasure still evident. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “But I’m doing this for you, Rita. The moment she crosses a line—”“She’ll have to answer to us,” Rita finished, her voice firm. “Trust me, Papa. We’ll handle this.”Nathan exchanged a glance with their father, then sighed. “Alright, I’ll go along with this—for now. But if they think they can waltz in here and take over, they’re in for a rude awakening.”Rita gave them a small smile before turning her attention back to the front of the room, where Linet and Anita were now laughing and chatting with a small group of
The boardroom hummed with anticipation as the employees eagerly awaited Nathan’s big announcement. The air was electric, the kind of tension that preceded monumental changes. Rita sat quietly beside her father, Richard Moreau, whose expression betrayed a rare blend of pride and composure. Nathan, standing at the podium, glanced at his sister, silently reassuring her that everything would go as planned.But just as Nathan opened his mouth to speak, the sound of the doors swinging open echoed across the room. Heads turned toward the interruption, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Strutting in with an air of unearned confidence was none other than Linet, the governor’s daughter. Her heels clacked against the polished floor, her movements unapologetically bold. By her side was another woman, younger and less familiar—Anita, whose sharp eyes scanned the room as if she owned it.Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by murmurs of confusion. Linet, oblivious to the tension in the r
Before Rita could respond to Margaret’s veiled threat, a calm voice interrupted the unfolding scene. “Margaret,” the voice said, firm but composed, “I think that’s enough.”Everyone turned to see Daniel, a marketing analyst who rarely drew attention to himself. His presence was unassuming, yet in this moment, his confidence filled the room, commanding respect. Daniel walked toward Rita’s desk, his sharp blue eyes locking onto Margaret’s with an unyielding determination that immediately silenced her.“Why do you find it necessary to humiliate a colleague in front of everyone?” he asked, his tone even but cutting. “This is a professional workplace, not a tabloid.”Margaret’s lips parted in surprise, her usual arrogance faltering under Daniel’s scrutiny. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, though her voice lacked conviction. “I was simply addressing the concerns circulating within the office.”“Concerns that you’ve clearly fueled,” Daniel shot back without hesitation. “Let me remi
As she settled at her desk, the whispers turned into outright ridicule. A group of employees near the coffee station exchanged exaggerated laughs, their voices deliberately loud enough for her to hear.“Must be nice to have someone open doors for you,” one of them said, her tone mocking. “I wonder what it costs to get that kind of service.”“Probably more than we make in a year,” another replied, his laughter echoing through the room.Rita paused, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. She glanced up, her sharp eyes scanning the room. The laughter died down, but the smirks remained. She could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on her, the sting of their words cutting deeper than she cared to admit.Taking a deep breath, Rita stood and walked toward the coffee station, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. The group fell silent as she approached, their smug expressions faltering under her unwavering gaze.“Good morning,” Rita said, her voice calm but firm. “I couldn
The office buzzed with its usual morning rhythm: phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and murmured conversations floating through the air. Yet, as Rita stepped into the building, it was as if time itself hesitated to catch its breath.Dressed impeccably in a bold red dress that radiated confidence, Rita strode past the rows of desks with a radiant smile on her lips. She exuded an air of triumph, a stark contrast to the defeated figure some had expected after the previous night's ordeal. Heads turned as she made her way to her desk, her poise unshaken by the whispers that rippled through the office.Margaret, seated near the corner office, froze mid-sentence when her eyes landed on Rita. The blood drained from her face, leaving her with a pale, almost ghostly complexion. She had been certain that the events of the previous night would leave Rita broken, disheveled, or better yet—missing entirely. How could she possibly be standing here, grinning as if nothing had happened?Rita's eyes l