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?”

Castor’s got the restaurant manager in his pocket, trying to make you look

coolly, “No matter, we can just order

her office, Whitney pored over Castor’s files and called Tiana, “Hey Tiana, could you dig up some dirt

entire afternoon, not a single executive reported to Whitney.

sign that she was being

anxious, thinking, “What if the CEO asks about this tomorrow? Ms. Whitney hasn’t been able to integrate into the workflow here at all.”

hotel project plans, she checked her schedule and asked, “Is

clearly not taking you seriously,” Harper said indignantly.

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

was set for the five–star hotel

executives took their

“Elaine, I’ve had Whitney on ice since this morning. She was the laughingstock at lunch, and I’ve spread the news about her affair. Even if she stays at United Realty Corporation, no one will

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

felt

to the meeting room. “Let’s start the hotel project

the managers hesitated, “The hotel project is significant.

listen to gibberish? We can’t let her jeopardize

manager did not dare say another

door swung open, and a woman in sleek business attire walked in, her smile calm and collected. “Has the meeting started? I hope I’m not

Whitney’s presence, momentarily cowed by her commanding air,

bolstered by Elaine’s support, he sneered. “Whitney, this is a major project the CEO cares deeply about. I hear you’re in the jewelry

agreement upon hearing

and

meeting just for show, treating a huge project like

seems everyone disagrees with you joining the meeting. If you’re so keen on

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

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

response, she unceremoniously pushed Castor

and furious, scrambled up, ready

to a pregnant woman?”

Castor’s heart sank, and he sat down, his face a picture of discontent.

room, “Let’s