Consequently, the rookies secretly speculated that the boss's wife was just another obscenely pampered socialite.
Probably wandering the streets of some foreign city dripping in designer brands, sipping afternoon tea, shopping, and getting endless spa treatments.
A woman living in an entirely different universe than the working-class girls grinding daily just to afford three square meals.
This was the narrative Delia accepted after joining the company.
Since she'd transferred to headquarters, she had never once seen the wife show up to check on her husband, and practically no one in the office ever discussed the woman's background.
In Delia's mind, if the boss was nearing forty, his wife had to be around the same age.
And women simply didn't age as gracefully as men. Once a woman's golden years passed, her skin dulled, her smile lines deepened, and her collagen vanished.
What right did a woman of that age have to compete with a flawless, vibrant twenty-five-year-old beauty like her?
Thinking about it only cemented Delia's confidence. The big boss would absolutely prefer someone exactly like her.
"The boss probably keeps her out of the country because he's embarrassed by how dowdy and old she looks. He can't even bear to be seen with her."
Delia's arrogant declaration left her colleague completely speechless.
"Wait, seriously? Is that true?"
Delia lifted her chin with utter confidence. "Every man on earth prefers young, beautiful women."
And Delia's overwhelming confidence wasn't completely baseless.
On her very first day at headquarters, her manager had sent her up to the top floor to deliver financial reports to the executive assistants.
That was the first time she saw the boss in person. He was so devastatingly handsome her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest.
As he walked toward his office flanked by executives, he had glanced directly in her direction.
At that exact moment, he was taking a phone call.
When his eyes landed on her, he couldn't hide his smile.
The look in his eyes was overflowing with so much tenderness it practically melted the room.
Delia knew she was stunning. She had the perfect physical assets to captivate any man.
She had fought tooth and nail to transfer to headquarters precisely so she could use her beauty to hook a billionaire.
She just never expected the big boss to fall for her at first sight.
Delia was certain she wasn't delusional. Because the very next day, she received a gift from him.
A gorgeous diamond bracelet she had been coveting for ages.
He was so incredibly powerful; he had even managed to investigate exactly what she liked.
That bracelet was the flagship piece in a jewelry store display, retailing for nearly nine thousand dollars.
Delia adored it, but she could never justify buying it herself.
Nearly half her monthly salary went to rent; dropping thousands of dollars on a bracelet was an impossible luxury.
Yet the boss had personally arranged for someone to hand it to her.
Delia had lost sleep for nights over it.
She kept fantasizing that the boss was completely spellbound by her beauty and would soon invite her to his private office for an intimate chat.
Delia considered herself a proud woman. She swore she'd never stoop to being a homewrecker.
But if the sugar daddy was a man like the big boss... maybe she could lower her standards just a bit.
Besides, with her intelligence and charm, it was only a matter of time before she ousted the old wife and became the true lady of Orca Group.
Her best friend's boss had done exactly that—dumped his dowdy housewife to marry a young model.
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