The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Sherman even spread his hands out, and Rita could clearly see disdain in his eyes. At that moment, she felt embarrassed to the point of wanting to flee from the office. She could handle rejection but not be looked down on by others-especially by someone like Sherman whom she had briefly held in high regard.

Rita grabbed her bag and stood up abruptly. "Thank you for reminding me, Mister Sherman. You've taught me to see things clearly. Otherwise, I might have mistaken you as my friend after our conversation tha night. Since you're unwilling to grant me the interview, I won't bother you anymore. I wish you and Miss Claire a lifetime of happiness."

With that, she left Sherman's office without looking back, leaving him bewildered. 'Wasn't she the one at fault? How did she manage to make it seem like I'm the one at fault here?'

She had projected such strength in front of Sherman, but as soon as she was alone in the elevator, Rita lowered her head in dismay. She could not even force a smile at that point. "Why? Why is everyone picking on me? Do I look like a pushover?"

Rita laughed bitterly. It was true; she was the easiest one to bully in the office. After all, she was the only newcomer in the entire entertainment department. Still, did that mean she had no choice but to endure this kind of treatment?

Sadie if she were to go back home, the longing for the sense of security her father provided pushed her longing to the peak Thus, she immediately

was amiss. The halls and corridors were adorned with numerous paintings. Her late mother had

painting she made of their family of three hung prominently in the center of their home's hallway since her childhood, even though her mother had been dead for a

that spot was occupied by a painting from an unknown

question Karen, who was leisurely drinking mulled wine prepared by the maid on the couch. Rita searched the entire corridor and even the hallway, but still she could not find the

annoyed as she felt, she knew she still had to maintain the facade of being a caring stepmother. Thus, she walked up

about

my precious daughter who so sweet and sensible. If only Sadie had been born into this family from the beginning, she would've been a