The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

When Hertha heard Thalassa's interpretation, she instantly knew a misunderstanding had unfolded. Her voice had risen too high, drawing curious glances from colleagues around.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment, Hertha realized it was too late to cover Thalassa's mouth. She hurriedly leaned in, whispering, "Keep it down, you've got it all wrong."

Thalassa had never seen Hertha so flustered; it was as if she'd seen a ghost. Hertha, usually unshakable, was now dodging gazes and whispering for discretion.

Her unusual behavior tipped Thalassa off that something was up. She nodded, falling silent, and sensed the room's attention shifting away from them. Thalassa then straightened up, doodling absently on a piece of paper as the office returned to its usual quiet.

Lunchtime came around quickly.

Thalassa and Hertha headed out together, sitting across from each other at a cozy diner. Thalassa resumed their earlier conversation, genuinely concerned, "So, Hertha, what's going on with you and Alaric?" Hertha, poking at a plate of pork chops with her fork, sounded defeated, "I had to bail Alaric out of jail last night."

"What did he do this time?" Thalassa asked, intrigued.

With a weary look, Hertha relayed the events, detailing Alaric's latest escapade that ended with a woman hospitalized. Thalassa was stunned. "So, Alaric's been out partying hard again? And got someone hospitalized?"

Hertha nodded solemnly.

lamented, "That man never

I'm done with him. For good," Hertha

what about the kids wanting to see him?" Thalassa

hit Hertha hard, leaving her both troubled and

back into our lives, letting the kids know he's their dad?" Hertha med, clenching her fist as if she could crush Alaric

dad, I could've kept spinning

"Let's not

now. You

to eat," Thalassa advised,

to her

a time;

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