Chapter 3

I couldn't hold back anymore.

Everyone has their limits, and Sandra had crossed mine.

My gaze flicked to her skirt, and I remarked casually, "Your skirt's a knockoff."

Sandra's head snapped toward me. "What did you just say? This is a designer piece I ordered from an overseas boutique!"

I pointed to the fabric and stitching.

"The material is wrong, the stitching is sloppy, and there are loose threads everywhere.

"Are we supposed to believe a 100-thousand-dollar skirt would leave the factory looking like that?"

Her voice rose. "What do you know? High fashion is all about craftsmanship. Hand-sewn details are what makes it authentic!"

Sandra stormed toward me, tugging on her skirt indignantly.

I took a step back and smirked. "Oh, I get it now. You must've swiped that skirt from a coworker too."

Sandra's face turned crimson. "Are you insane? How would I even 'swipe' a skirt? Rip it off someone's body?"

"Why not? You've stolen phones out of people's pockets before. This wouldn't be much of a stretch."

The office erupted in muffled laughter, and Sandra's blush deepened.

Unable to out-argue me, she leaned on her usual defense.

"Don't forget, this company belongs to my family. If I want you fired, no one can stop me."

Ignoring her, I took a deliberate step back, pinched my nose, and said, "Stay away from me.

"I've got a sensitive nose, and the stench of freeloading reeks of cheapness."

The office exploded with laughter. People doubled over, their chuckles echoing through the room like waves.

Sandra stomped back to her desk, clearly rattled. In her haste, she knocked over her juice, spilling it all over her precious skirt.

She let out a piercing shriek before darting out of the office, presumably to the dry cleaner.

Pablo, barely containing his grin, brought over a small gift as thanks.

But Laura approached me cautiously, her brows furrowed with worry.

"Hey, Sandra's so flashy and bossy. What if the company really is her family's? Aren't you afraid she'll have her dad fire you?"

I twirled my car keys in my hand, smirking. "Doesn't matter. My family isn't exactly struggling either."

Laura's eyes lit up. "You're amazing!"