At Philip’s company, the staff gathered near the break room, their voices low but sharp.

“Have you seen the CEO lately?” one woman whispered. “Philip looks so moody. He doesn’t even smile anymore.”

Another staff member nodded. “I heard he’s planning a wedding, but with that face? Maybe he’ll call it off.”

A man added, “Yeah, it’s strange. A wedding should make a person happy.”

Their quiet giggles filled the room.

Desmond sat at a nearby desk, pretending to read a report. He heard every word. His jaw tightened, but he stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

The whispers grew louder.

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