“Is it true you married him for his money?”

I stopped mid-step, my coffee cup hovering dangerously close to spilling. Slowly, I turned around, hoping I hadn’t heard correctly. But there she was—one of the interns, standing wide-eyed with a nervous smile. Bold for someone at the bottom of the food chain.

“Excuse me?” I said, arching a brow.

The girl’s face flushed red as she fumbled with her words. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just... people have been talking. Not me! Other people. In the breakroom.”

I took a deliberate step forward, locking eyes with her. “And what exactly are they saying?”

She swallowed hard, clearly...