Chapter 22: The CEO's Fake Girlfriend

Cirrocumulus clouds formed above the city's skyline. An elevator tone was heeded as Daphne reached the top floor. She faced the door as it slid open, seeing a group of employees standing in front, waiting for her to be out.

All were in corporate attire, and their eyes concentrated on her, starting from head to foot, which provoked a chuckle on their faces, a judgment of her clothing inside the ravished office.

Daphne stepped into the Carrara marble hallway, about to head towards the lobby a few steps next to the elevator, yet she heard the gossip and how all the ten employees conversed about her.

"The guard had been reminded not to let any homeless enter the office. Gosh! Look at her clothes!" said the woman whom Daphne had passed.

Another woman had covered her mouth and nose using her palms as she smelled something—a mixture of sweat and some seasonings in the kitchen that became a stain on Daphne's precious shirt.

"Move! Your smell has reached us!" said the other. "What were you doi