“I can’t stand seeing her face every day anymore!”

The sharp voice of a female employee rang out near the pantry. “If she thinks she can fool us all with that innocent look, she’s dead wrong.”

Deviana, passing by with a folder of designs in her hands, froze mid-step. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest. She knew those words were meant for her.

“That’s right,” another woman chimed in, her tone laced with disdain. “I even heard someone’s planning to report her to HR. They say she gets special treatment because of that mysterious man who keeps showing up.”

A ripple of snickering followed, each giggle stabbing into Deviana like...