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’t help but overhear your conversation. It seems you have some opinions about me that you’re eager to share.”
The employees exchanged nervous glances, their confidence waning. One woman, emboldened by the presence of her peers, crossed her arms and smirked. “We’re just curious, Rita. That car you were in—it’s not exactly what a secretary drives, is it?”
Rita tilted her head, her smile never faltering. “You’re right. It’s not. But then again, I don’t recall my personal life being part of your job description.”
The woman’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of embarrassment. Rita’s gaze swept over the group, her tone growing sharper. “If you’re so interested in my life, perhaps you should focus on your own first. Gossiping about me won’t improve your performance—or your reputation.”
The group shifted uncomfortably, their earlier bravado crumbling under Rita’s words. She turned to leave but paused, glancing over her shoulder. “Oh, and for the record,” she added, her voice laced with quiet authority, “that car belongs to my family. The butler was simply doing his job. But feel free to keep speculating—it seems to be the only thing you’re good at.”
As Rita walked away, the room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. The employees exchanged guilty looks, their earlier amusement replaced by shame. Rita, though shaken by the encounter, refused to let their pettiness break her stride. She had faced worse, and she would rise above this too.
But as she returned to her desk, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the scandal was far from over. The jealousy and resentment brewing in the office were like a ticking time bomb—and Rita knew she had to be ready when it exploded.
Rita returned to her desk, her confidence intact despite the acidic gossip. Yet as she organized her files, she noticed something odd. Several employees at nearby desks avoided her gaze altogether, their heads buried in their phones, their fingers frantically typing. The occasional stifled laughter or sideward glance toward her confirmed her suspicions—the rumors hadn’t stopped. If anything, they were spreading faster.
Across the room, two employees whispered animatedly, their smirks barely concealed. One of them, a young man in a crisp shirt and tie, nudged the other and discreetly turned his phone toward her. Rita caught the movement from the corner of her eye. She knew they were sharing the image of her stepping out of her family’s car—an image that had been deliberately warped to paint a misleading narrative.
Rita’s stomach churned, but she refused to let them see her falter. Instead, she sat straighter, determined to show them that she would not crumble under their baseless ridicule. She resumed her work, her fingers flying across the keyboard with renewed focus, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of their judgment hovering over her like a dark cloud.
Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke through the tension. Margaret stood at the entrance to the office, her presence magnetic in the worst possible way. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Rita, her lips curled into a smirk.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Margaret began, her voice carrying through the room with false cheer. “Before we start the day, I think it’s important to address an issue that seems to be causing quite the stir. After all, transparency and accountability are key pillars of this workplace.”
Rita froze, her fingers hovering above the keyboard. She knew Margaret was setting the stage for something bigger—a public attack meant to humiliate her further. The other employees leaned in closer, sensing drama in the air. Phones were quickly pocketed, and the buzz of whispers quieted.
Margaret walked toward Rita’s desk, her heels clicking ominously against the floor. “Rita, dear,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension, “there seems to be some confusion about your…arrival here this morning. Would you care to clarify for us?”
The room fell silent. Rita looked up slowly, meeting Margaret’s gaze with calm determination. “Confusion?” she asked, her voice steady. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Margaret’s smirk deepened as she pulled out her phone, holding up the now-infamous photo for all to see. “This, darling. A picture worth a thousand words, isn’t it?” She turned to the room, addressing the employees like an audience in a theater. “I’m sure we’re all curious about the nature of this rather glamorous transportation, don’t you think?”
The room erupted into murmurs and suppressed laughter. Rita clenched her jaw, but her expression remained composed. Margaret leaned closer, her voice soft enough that only Rita could hear. “Didn’t think this would get out, did you? The company doesn’t take kindly to…moral discrepancies. Better start thinking about your next move, sweetheart.”
Rita stood, her chair sliding back with a sharp scrape against the floor. The murmurs quieted as she turned to face Margaret, her posture regal and unyielding. “You seem awfully invested in my personal affairs, Margaret,” Rita said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Perhaps you should focus more on your work and less on creating baseless scandals.”
Margaret’s smirk faltered, but she quickly recovered. “Oh, Rita, I’m just trying to make sure there’s no misunderstanding. After all, appearances matter in this company.”
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
Rita’s heart raced as the doctor’s words echoed in her ears, a melody she had longed to hear for years. She was pregnant. After endless nights of silent prayers and hidden tears, the universe had finally answered. She imagined the joy lighting up James’ face as she shared the news, a spark to revive their crumbling marriage.Clutching the ultrasound picture close to her chest, Rita hurried home, her heels clicking against the dusty path leading to the farmhouse. The faint smell of freshly tilled soil lingered in the air. For the first time in months, her footsteps felt lighter, her lips trembling into a smile she could no longer suppress.“James!” she called as she pushed open the front door, her voice filled with eager anticipation. The house was strangely silent. The curtains, partially drawn, cast eerie shadows across the living room.Her instincts urged caution, but excitement propelled her forward. She headed to their bedroom, her mind rehearsing the words she had longed to say.
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