The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 222

Another colleague nudged her arm lightly, warning, "Don't shoot your mouth off."

"I'm not just blabbering; these were Thalassa's own words. Plus, you see, just yesterday Thalassa was scrubbing floors like the rest of us. Then after work, Mr. Sinclair himself drove her off for overtime, and the next day, boom! She’s Mr. Sinclair's personal assistant. With her climbing the ladder this fast, it's just a matter of time before she's in upper management or even owns a piece of the company."

Daryl was so jealous that her eyes were practically glowing green.

She'd honestly thought when Mr. Sinclair had Thalassa get in his car yesterday, it was to clean another office, scrub toilets, or something.

She had no idea her overtime meant this.

She stopped in her tracks, leaning on her mop, looking all pitiful. "When will Mr. Sinclair ever notice me? I'm not half bad either."

Another colleague chuckled, "There's a big difference between you and Thalassa. Thalassa's pure and charming, the type that men fall head over heels for."

"What about me?" Daryl grumbled.

"You, my dear, are the type women fall for."

They kept yakking away, completely oblivious to the person still standing in front of the reception desk in the lobby.

Faye, overhearing their chatter, shot them a withering look.

Cherry, the receptionist, gave a discreet cough to alert them.

Hearing the cough, Daryl turned around and was met with a stare as cold as ice.

The woman had a commanding, ice-cold, and intimidating presence.

Daryl was instantly silenced, hanging her head low, dropping the subject, and going back to mopping the floor.

Faye gave Cherry a nod, then stepped into the elevator.

She didn't head to the top floor but went to the executive level to verify what Daryl had been saying.

The news traveled faster than she'd thought.

The entire executive level knew what Thalassa had been bragging about.

The executives were not pleased with this woman, but Thalassa was the personal assistant handpicked by the president himself.

Faced with Thalassa's enormous ambition, these top brass could only fume in silence, not daring to voice their anger.