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A luxurious van parked in an alley across the street from the BBC Radio office, and Enna Clark got out of the car. After thanking Scott Harris, she hurried towards the company with her backpack.
It was almost 8:30 when she arrived at the office, and there were already quite a few people there.
Enna clocked in and saw that Tiffany Clifford hadn’t arrived yet. She put her backpack on her desk and picked up her mug to head to the pantry.
There were already people in the pantry, seemingly having a morning tea gossip session, chattering non-stop.
Enna didn’t pay attention until she heard her own name and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
“I heard that that Enna girl from the afternoon show offended Mr. Smith, what happened to that?”
“Well, Mr. Smith didn’t even go to Fat Head Fish to make a scene, so of course there was no follow-up.”
“Really?” A woman exclaimed and then said, “Thea, didn’t you say that she pushed Mr. Smith into the bathroom and put the plastic mop bucket over his head? Mr. Smith even called you specifically, sounding really angry, wanting to teach her a lesson… and he didn’t go to Fat Head Fish after all that?”
Enna clenched her fists silently outside the pantry, also very curious.
A soft and jealous voice came from inside; it was none other than Thea Wood, the host, “Who knows? When Mr. Smith called me to ask about her that day, he was indeed very angry and said he would teach her a hard lesson. But then it suddenly just died down…
“Speaking of which, I remember someone saying that Mr. Smith is a huge womanizer. So do you think that Enna volunteered herself to calm Mr. Smith’s anger?”
Someone immediately agreed, gloatingly saying, “No way, Mr. Smith is almost fifty years old, old and ugly. How could she sleep with him?”
“He’s got money and power, so a little older and a little uglier doesn’t matter. There are always people who don’t mind. Thea, what do you think? If Enna didn’t sleep with Mr. Smith, would he have let her off so easily?”
The woman who was asked seemed a bit guilty but agreed, “Mr. Smith does have a bad reputation. I also think Enna must have taken the initiative, which is why he let her go.”
It seemed they were about to make even more exaggerated claims.
Enna expressionlessly slammed open the pantry door.
The voices inside suddenly stopped, and everyone’s faces awkwardly exchange glances, as if thinking ‘Oh crap, speaking of the devil, did she hear what we just said?’
Enna acted as if she hadn’t noticed their wandering eyes and calmly filled her cup with water. Just as she turned and walked to the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around and said, “People always talk about what they lack, gossiping behind people’s backs. Do you lack calcium or love?”
“If you lack calcium, eat more bones. If you lack love, go find your mom and dad.” After saying that, her gaze fell upon the prettiest woman in the crowd, Thea, and she added, “I don’t know if I have or haven’t, but Mr. Smith told me quite a few stories that day. Not blabbering about it is basic respect for people. But if that person is no longer a ‘person’ in my eyes in the future, don’t blame me for not holding back.”
After she finished speaking, she didn’t look at Thea’s suddenly flustered face, and turned to leave with her mug.
As soon as she left, the people in the pantry scattered awkwardly.