Salome’s POV
“Is that the new girl? The one who wears those tiny skirts just to get his attention?”
I froze in the hallway, my fingers digging into the stack of reports I was carrying. The break room door was cracked just enough for the sharp, biting tone of the voices inside to carry clearly into the corridor.
“I heard they’re already sleeping in the same bed,” another voice chimed in, followed by a cruel, rhythmic clicking of a pen. “Most of her job description involves being on her back. You don’t get an assistant role like that without some... extra effort.”
A wave of heat crashed over my face. It wasn’t just embarrassment; it was a physical sting, like a slap. I leaned closer to the wall, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“What’s her name again? Is it Ophelia?”
“Something like
