Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 133

Whitney glanced at him and chose a chair to sit down. “Castor, like you said, ‘used to‘. Are you just helping everyone to remember that Elaine has already left the company?”

“You…” Castor’s face darkened, and then he added, “This booth is full, Whitney. Perhaps you should find another spot.”

Whitney looked up nonchalantly. “Since you claim it’s a booth reserved for the VP, and you’re not on that level, maybe you should find another seat.”

Castor glared at Whitney, his face turning a shade of steel, and with a huff, he beckoned his entourage to another booth.

Whitney’s eyes swept over the remaining executives, noting who was in Castor’s inner circle.

In the next booth over, Castor’s secretary fumed. “Word on the street is Whitney’s the mistress who climbed to the top. She elbowed Elaine out, and now she’s trying to overshadow Castor.”

Another employee, out of the loop, asked, “Mistress who climbed to the top?”

That was when Castor’s secretary filled them in. “Haven’t you heard about the scandal a few days ago? Elaine had been engaged to the CEO for years, and Whitney just waltzed in and took her spot. Now she’s even trying to snatch Elaine’s job.”

“That’s outrageous.”

“Her? Trying to be the VP? She doesn’t have half of Elaine’s talent.”

As the employees started gossiping, Castor smirked from the sidelines.

The soundproofing between the booths was poor, and Whitney could hear every word from the other side.

Feeling awkward, her assistant, Harper, suggested, “Ms. Whitney, maybe we should go give them a piece of our mind?”

Whitney clenched her fists, coldly pocketed her voice recorder, and shook her head. “Patience, Harper.”

She ordered two light dishes.

But after waiting for half an hour, the food still had not arrived.

Harper went to inquire and came back fuming. “The restaurant manager said there was a mix–up–they served our food to Castor’s booth.”

Whitney narrowed her eyes. “Such a precise mistake?”

in his pocket, trying to make you look bad. With the

stood up and said coolly, “No

Whitney pored over Castor’s files and called Tiana,

a single executive reported

sign that she was being sidelined, with no way to take on any work.

Ms. Whitney hasn’t been able to integrate into the workflow here at

her schedule and asked, “Is it three o’clock already? Isn’t it time

you. He’s clearly not

19-10

She scanned it, and a sly smile curved her lips. “If Castor won’t notify me, I’ll just attend the meeting myself. Which

was set

executives took their seats.

lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair. Even if she stays at United Realty Corporation, no one will work with her. As

the CEO she’s clueless about real estate. He won’t blame you. He’ll just see her as an obstacle. The worse her reputation at the company, the more incompetent she appears, the sooner I can return. Go ahead

felt

room. “Let’s start the hotel project

“The hotel project is significant. Not

woman coming to listen to gibberish? We can’t

dare

her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not late, Castor. I’m actually quite curious to hear

taken aback by Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by her commanding

major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry business. Now, you’re trying to chair a real estate meeting? Doesn’t seem

upon hearing that her expertise was unrelated to real estate.

apples and oranges.”

just for show, treating a

“It seems everyone disagrees with you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on staying, why

was akin to being relegated to the sidelines, and Harper clenched his fists in anger.

Castor’s seat, glanced at the nameplate, and said with a smile, “This is the VP’s seat. Castor, get

for a response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor out

off guard and furious, scrambled up, ready

you planning to do to a pregnant woman?” Whitney’s cold

belonged to the CEO, Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his face a picture

“Let’s