Chapter 222

Another colleague nudged her arm lightly, warning. “Don’t shoot your mouth off.”

“I’m not just blabbering; these were Thalassa’s own words. Plus, you see, just yesterday Thalassa was scrubbing floors like the rest of us. Then after work, Mr. Sinclair himself drove her off for overtime, and the next day, boom! She’s Mr. Sinclair’s personal assistant. With her climbing the ladder this fast, it’s just a matter of time before she’s in upper management or even owns a piece of the company.”

Daryl was so jealous that her eyes were practically glowing green.

She’d honestly thought when Mr. Sinclair had Thalassa get in his car yesterday, it was to clean another office, scrub toilets, or something.

She had no idea her overtime meant this.

She stopped in her tracks, leaning on her mop, looking all pitiful. “When will Mr. Sinclair ever notice me? I’m not half bad either.”

Another colleague chuckled, “There’s a big difference between you and Thalassa. Thalassa’s pure and charming, the type that men fall head over heels for.”

“What about me?” Daryl grumbled.

“You, my dear, are the type women fall for.”

They kept yakking away, completely oblivious to the person still standing in front of the reception desk in the lobby.

their chatter, shot

the receptionist, gave a discreet

cough, Daryl turned around and was met with a stare as

had a commanding, ice–cold, and

dropping the subject, and going back to mopping

a nod, then stepped into

the top floor but went to the

news traveled faster than she’d

level knew what Thalassa had

but Thalassa was the personal

brass could only fume in silence, not daring

right away and tell him what’s going on with the company,” Faye reassured Murray once she had checked things

with the Sinclair Group for ages

to Zephyr’s grandson Lysander’s turn to take over, he

never seen a woman this

painstakingly built up by generations to

called Zephyr, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then

company right now; you might not know what’s going on here.” Faye’s voice was gentle

“What’s going

from the company and they had an overnight ‘overtime‘ session. This morning. Thalassa is Lysander’s personal assistant. Thalassa’s gotten a taste of the good life, and she’s become arrogant and disrespectful, even openly stating

a brain would know what “overtime session”

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