It's not far from the company. Wendy insisted on getting off from the car at the intersection.
She then carried her bag, jogging to the office.
She was not late in the end.
But still she was the last one to arrive.
Feeling a bit guilty, Wendy returned to her seat. Then, she started to look through the files.
After two hours, she stood up to stretch her muscles. Then she went to the pantry to get some water.
Voices of women were heard.
"One hundred percent."
"You can not be so sure."
"Didn't you see the clothes? That's Chanel. 10,000 dollars. I can recognize the false product. Hers are genuine."
"That's right, how could a university student who just graduated afford Chanel? She must be the mistress of Johnson."
"Look at her sl*t face. How could a good girl look like that."
She
