Harper’s POV
Upon returning to my desk, nearly every pair of eyes are on me. I log into my computer and do my best to ignore the stares, until I start to hear the whispers.
“I wonder what they were doing in there for so long,” one coworker says in a hushed tone.
“She was probably giving him a blowjob or something. Look how sweaty she is,” says a voice I can clearly identify as Lila. She doesn’t even care to lower her voice.
It occurs to me that I should try and diffuse the situation by giving them something else to discuss. Something they’re all likely excited about.
“Does everyone have your outfits ready for the gala tonight?” I ask, plastering on a wide, fake grin for them.
One of our more shy coworkers, Justine, speaks up. “I do! I’m going to look just like one of those princesses
