From Boardroom 2 Bedroom

f cubicles, my mind occupied with the demands of the workday. Little did I know, the impend

me in the form of a discreet

e room," it read. My pulse quickened as

le, his face etched with a seriousness that sent a shiver down my spine. The HR director, Ms. Anderson, cl

riate relationship between you and your secretary,

sponse, my mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Ms. Anderson conti

ia scrutiny. As the investigation progressed, I found myself facing not only profess

worked too hard to let a scandal like this tarnish our family name. We need to ge

al had become larger than a mere workplace issue; i

utlining a plan that caught me off guard. "You need to be in a fake relationship

the unexpected proposa

connection. It will be believable, and it'll shift the narrative away from the scandal. You both need to be seen

the situation. "I understand, Dad. If it helps

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oss from my friend, Lisa. Our laughter filled the air, punctuating the tales of work dramas and weekend pla

of the office. Our chosen dishes arrived, and the aroma wafted through

mporary inconvenience, I continued with the meal, my mind blissfully unaware of the storm brewing wi

the restaurant bathroom offered little comfort as I grappled with an unexpected bout of nau

ning nonchalance despite the lingering discomfort. Lisa raised

hiccup, I think. Must be something I ate

cameras and eager reporters. The secret I had guarded so fie

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lity. "Alexa Stone's Mysterious Illness Sparks Pregnancy Rumors!" The scandalous insinuations were as perplexing as

s flooded my phone, demanding explanation

y sought refuge in the one per

is is a nightmare," I exclaimed

candal define you. I have an idea, but it involves a temporary

ke doesn't matter Dad," I

though unconventional, seemed like the only way to salvage

, Dad." I hope I do not re

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, and I stood before a room of eager re

each word heavy on my shoulders. "I want to categorically state that the claims of an inappropriate r

ued to deny the accusations. I could sense scepticism in the r

ones, and I wouldn't want to break the heart of the woman

ully chosen words. I could feel the weight of judgment and speculati

ispers of betrayal and deceit filled the air, and I could not shake the feeling