Olivia pov
“Did you hear what she did to get the desk?” a woman’s sharp whisper cut through the air near the water cooler.
I stopped right in my tracks near the glass corner, holding a stack of blue folders against my chest. The soft buzz of the office printer went quiet for a second.
“I heard she slept with Mr. Kingsley before the interview even happened,” a man replied in a low voice. “That’s the only reason someone like her got hired over normal applicants.”
The words hit me like a slap to the face. My hands shook, making the blue paper folders rattle in my grip. I took a step backward, pressing my heels into the thick carpet so I wouldn't make a single sound.
The rumor was vicious, but the worst part was how they twisted the truth into something dirty.
Yes, I had slept with Ethan
