The next morning, Vera didn’t sleep in. Instead, she got up early and took the subway to work.
Even though Kris Cooper hadn’t assigned her any substantial tasks, she always arrived at work on time. Despite her new dynamic with Kris Cooper—essentially a sugar daddy and bed buddy arrangement—her inherent pride prompted her to earn her own keep.
After feeding the fish on the balcony and watering the plants, she found herself bored. So, she got a rag and started tidying up Kris Cooper’s office.
By the time she finished cleaning the entire room, it was already noon.
She was packing up, ready to head downstairs for lunch, when a Whatsapp message came from Isla Hawskin.
"See you at the cafeteria later. Don’t you dare stand me up, or I’ll come to the CEO’s Office and make you regret it!"
Vera fetched her handbag and went downstairs. When she found Isla, the latter had already ordered her lunch. Seeing Vera arrive, Isla immediately pushed a tray towards her.
"Well then... my treat!"
Vera smiled, expressing her gratitude.
As she was about to pick up her utensils, Isla snatched them away.
"Spill the beans before you eat. What exactly is going on between you and the Crown Prince?"
"We..." Vera gave an evasive smile. "He’s my superior, and I’m his subordinate. What other relationship could there be?"
"I’d bet you’re the one on top in bed!" Isla rolled her eyes at her. "Rocketing from the Logistics Department to the CEO’s Office, and you still dare to tell me there’s nothing going on?"
Vera shrugged. "I slept with him. Is that the answer you were looking for?"
Isla scoffed. "If you were that capable, you wouldn’t be eating in the cafeteria right now... Hey, I’m being serious with you!"
Vera felt utterly helpless. But she *was* being serious!
"Vera," Isla asked hesitantly, "I know I shouldn’t be asking this, but if you don’t want to answer, just pretend I didn’t. They’re saying you’re the heiress of Wave Clan’s real estate business. Is that true?"
Vera had already heard some of the gossip when she arrived at work that morning, so she didn’t hide it from her good friend anymore.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier. But that was all in the past... I’m not really an heiress anymore."
"No worries! Everyone has their ups and downs. Who knows, you might be back on top in a few years?" Hearing the subdued tone in Vera’s voice, Isla didn’t pursue the topic. She grinned and handed the utensils back to her. "Come on, let’s eat. I’m counting on you, girl. When you make it big, don’t you dare forget your poor buddy here."
Last year, when Walter Wave Real Estate was embroiled in that city-wide scandal, Isla had naturally heard the rumors too. She just hadn’t known that Vera was the Wave Clan’s heiress. Now that she knew the truth, she could only sympathize with Vera. Even though whispers and rumors in the company had long suggested an intimate relationship between Vera and Kris Cooper, as a good friend, Isla believed in Vera’s character; she would never sleep her way to the top. Since Vera used to be a lady from a prominent family, it wasn’t particularly surprising that she knew Kris Cooper, the heir of Glimmer. After all, they had likely moved in the same social circles. It made sense that he might look out for her at work, given their past acquaintance.
Halfway through the meal, Isla looked up curiously.
"Seriously, Vera. I’ve seen photos of our Crown Prince in ’Times Weekly’. His looks, those pecs... they’re unreal..."
"PFFT!" Vera burst out laughing. "Did he pose for some revealing shots?"
"Then how did you see his pecs?"
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