being the talk of the town and envy
"Let's go," I hear the pair of crazy women whispering to each other, and I raise my gaze to look at Harry. I put my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh and hoping that we wouldn't be discovered. The good thing about these cubicles is that it's difficult to see who's inside, and they can't see our shoes, especially Harry's.
"Don't remind me. Watch out, Alexandra the slut probably already sucked the boss's d**k. Remember, she's the company's w***e," they exclaim passionately. I close my eyes and try to breathe deeply.
I look at them again when I feel Harry's hand on my cheek. His eyes say more than a thousand words; he's comforting me. Suddenly, he signals me to sit on his lap.
"That's true, I won't deny it. That woman has a sign on her forehead
