Kate’s POV
Three weeks.
That was how long it took for the whispers to die down. When I stepped onto the 30th floor, the staff eyed me like a usurper, a trophy wife playing dress-up in the corner office.
Yet, they knew exactly who I was—the workhorse always sidelined and made to do all the work, yet never appropriately rewarded. They must have found it hard to believe I had married the CEO, and the confusion on their faces said it all.
Now they regarded me with caution, bowing and scraping while they tried to figure out how I’d gone from 'hysterical homewrecker' to the woman in charge. It was proof of what I already knew: yet again, I came out stronger.
I restructured the delivery routes in the first week, saving the department fifteen percent on fuel costs. I renegotiated the vendor
