Avery’s POV
The soft hum of office chatter surrounded me as I typed away, my fingers flying over the keyboard. My focus was razor-sharp, and I willed myself to drown out the subtle murmurs and occasional glances thrown my way. It had been like this for the past few days, ever since I started working here.
“She must be sleeping with him,” someone whispered near the water cooler.
I clenched my jaw but didn’t look up. Ignoring them was the best option.
“Why else would the CEO personally drive her to work? And look at the way he stares at her!”
“Do you think she’s using him? Or is it the other way around?”
The murmurs grated on my nerves, but I refused to react. I mean they were after my reaction after because it they weren't, they would certainly not be saying it out loud. They weren’t
