Chapter 2

Arriving at the 58th floor reception area of Blue Zenith Design, I stepped out of the elevator to find two rows of receptionists lined up.

"Welcome, Miss Quinn—" they chorused with a bow.

My mind went blank - had Lucas made our relationship public after all?

"What are you doing? Stop that right now!" A woman with her hair in a bun came rushing over.

"How many times do I have to tell you to use your brains! Look at how she's dressed - torn dress, scuffed shoes. How could this possibly be the CEO's wife?"

The woman stood haughtily in front of me, berating her staff.

"Yes, Ms. Young." The receptionists looked me up and down, seeming to agree with her assessment, and lowered their heads.

This left me thoroughly confused - if I wasn't Lucas's wife, then who was?

Just then, the elevator doors opened again.

The girl who had nearly run me over earlier swaggered out. The receptionists and Ms. Young immediately bowed respectfully in greeting.

"Hello everyone, I'm Yasmin Quinn." Yasmin looked very pleased by their deferential welcome.

"Miss Quinn, oh I mean Mrs. Hart! Yesterday our director said the CEO's wife with the surname Quinn would be starting work here. I received your resume last night and couldn't sleep a wink from excitement! Please look after me and support me in the future!" Ms. Young fawned obsequiously.

"Really? The director said I'm Lucas's wife?" Yasmin's face lit up with joy.

"Yes! I received two resumes - yours and this woman's. If you're not the CEO's wife, surely it couldn't be her?"

Ms. Young jerked her chin dismissively in my direction.

Yasmin glanced at me scornfully. "Her? In those cheap clothes? As if she could be the CEO's wife."

The others laughed derisively at her words.

"If that's what the director said, it must mean Lucas has feelings for me! After all, he and the director are so close, there's no way he could have misunderstood!" Yasmin smiled smugly, her eyes gleaming with coy delight.

Her expression made me rather uncomfortable.

"Ms. Young, I think Miss Sinclair is wearing a Prada haute couture dress..." Tina, who had been standing quietly beside Ms. Young, said softly.

Ms. Young's face changed instantly upon hearing this.

Yasmin also caught Tina's words. "Haute couture? Prada? Come on Tina, don't joke around. I've been to every major fashion show - that's clearly a cheap knockoff!"

"Haha, you're right Yasmin! Tina, I can't believe you got it so wrong! Don't overthink things - hurry up and show Miss Quinn to the special workstation we prepared for her!"

Hearing Yasmin's words, Ms. Young relaxed completely.

"Yes, Ms. Young. What about Aria Sinclair's desk?" Tina asked.

"Aria Sinclair? We don't have any empty desks left! Let her work in the storage room for now!"