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Chapter 34
Morning arrived quickly, and it was Loraine’s first day at work.
The rumors that had spread online about a newcomer joining the architectural design department had already reached the ears of her new colleagues. By the time Loraine stepped into the office, she was met with several intense stares.
“Good morning, everyone. My name is Loraine Torres. I’m the new designer. Nice to meet you,” Loraine introduced herself, standing confidently in front of the group.
“Welcome! Thank goodness there’s another beautiful lady in our department!” one of the workers grinned, eyes lighting up.
“I heard about you. You nailed the interview. The HR director, Vickie, even got fired because of you,” another chimed in.
“Humph! She only got the job because of Mr. Benton,” someone muttered under their breath.
As the team greeted her, some went out of their way to compliment her, while others made their disdain known through low, barely audible grumbles. Loraine overheard the negative comments, but she refused to let them affect her.
“Alright, that’s enough, guys,” a voice interrupted. “It’s Loraine’s first day here. Don’t scare her away.”
A man who looked to be in his early forties walked up to Loraine and extended his hand.
“Loraine Torres, right? I’ll call you Loraine, if that’s alright with you. Let me introduce myself. I’m Barry Gray, the director of the department.”
“Hello, Mr. Gray,” Loraine said, shaking his hand politely.
Barry’s eyes roamed her body, though he tried to keep it subtle. Loraine was dressed in the professional suit Cayson had picked out for her the day before. She looked polished and composed, but still undeniably beautiful.
As his gaze lingered a little too long, a dangerous glint appeared in Barry’s eyes, and a wave of lust surged within him. Loraine was stunning—no wonder a successful businessman like Marco had married her.
“Ahem!” Barry cleared his throat, his voice suddenly more gravelly. “To welcome you, we should throw a little party at Fwell Bar tonight. You’ll attend, won’t you?”
The suggestion hung in the air, laced with unspoken intent.
