Chapter 59 My Patience is Limited
Whitney was baffled by the questions
“Check the company group chat,” Sophie messaged her again.
Whitney opened the company’s group chat. It was initially created by the administration teams for eary communication. This group now included assistants and secretaries from all
departments.
Over time, work discussions had dwindled, and casual gossip had taken over, so Whitney had muted the notifications. Now, the group chat had over a hundred unread messages.
“She doesn’t seem like the type
“The more innocent they look, the wilder they a
“But Mr. Howard has a fanche, right? Can’t believe she’d still go to him. Beally shows you never know people!”
“Better rep it down. She’s in the group. Don’t want her making life harder for you!”
These were some of the last comments Whitney saw, timestamped about ten minutes earlier. She tapped on the unread message count and let the chat scroll back to the top, eventually reaching the start.
It was a photo from earlier that day, taken at the boutique while she was adjusting Damian’s tie. The angle perfectly captured Damian looking at her intimately. She hadn’t realized someone had been watching, let alone taking a photo and posting it in the company group chai
Out of curiosity, she opened the trending topics but saw no mention of Damian or Howard Group, Indicating that the photo was likely shared internally. If it had gone public, she would have found out much sooner.
The next day, Whitney was greeted by whispers and glares as she walked into the office
Sophie came over and asked quietly, “Are you okay? Don’t mind what they’re saying. Everyone here lives for gossip.
Whitney had explained to Sophie last night that she wasn’t Damian’s mistress, that he had simply asked her to pick out a tie for an event. But she lett out any deeper explanation of her relationship with Dumian.
“I’m fine,” Whitney replied calmly
“Good to hear.” Sophie handed her a file. “This is for Mr. Smith in the architecture department. His assistant is out today. Could you take it over?”
With the file in hand, Whitney headed to the architecture department. As she passed the break room, she heard some people talking about her.
“Can you believe her nerve? After all that talk in the group that yesterday, she just waltors in here today like nothing happened
“Well, she’s got Mc. Howard to bark her up. You think she cares what we think?
Around of laughter followed, echoing out from the break room.
Then, someone else asked, “Rachel, aren’t you Mr. Howard’s fiance? How can you tolerate that fox around hàn
Rachel sighed. “There’s not much i can do. My relationship with Mr. Howard is solid, but there are always women around him. If I tried to manage every one of them, i
It would exhaust me “That’s true. With his states and looks, what woman wouldn’t throw herself at him! But remember, there’s only one Max Howard, and that’s you, Bachel. He treats you differently.” By now, rumors had spread throughout the office that Whitey was Damian’s mistress, a home wrecker. With everys talking, any explanation from her would fall on deaf ears. She ignitallince she was resigning soon.
After delivering the documents, Whitney returned to the executive office, where Damian was already in his office. She pulled her resignation letter from her desk drawer. Damian was on a call, but when he saw her at the door, he gestured for her to come in. Whitney approached his desk and waited
“What do you need?” Damian asked, ending the call and walking over
He seemed unaware of the tumors circulating about them. Not that anyone would dare tell him.
Whitney took a step back, aware that her colleagues were probably watching from outside.
“Mr. Howard, here’s my resipuation letter. I’ve also submitted the soft cop to the executive office,” she said, handing him the letter
Damian smiled slightly as he glanced down at the letter. He didn’t take it. Instead, he turned and sat back in his chair.
“Why are you resigning?”
“I want to try out for a different job.”
“Is this because I placed Rachel in the architecture department?–
“I’m an architecture graduate. I don’t want to let my degree go to waste. I’d appreciate your approval, M. Howard” she placed the resignation letter on his desk, keeping her gaze low Damian’s eyes were cold as he looked at her in silence before finally speaking in a firm voice, “Whimey, my patience is limited
