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    Yet, her colleagues brushed off herments, their looks filled with scorn.


    “What could you possibly know, being just a junior assistant from the design team?”


    “So, if Tracy isn’t his girlfriend, are you trying to im that role?” Their taunts were clear, but Samira held her stance, straightening up and dering firmly,


    “Tracy isn’t his girlfriend. He’s involved with someone entirely different.”


    One of the female employees scoffed sharply, grabbed Samira’s ID badge, eyed it briefly, and said coldly,


    “Samira Bates, huh?”


    “Samira, aren’t you the assistant to the manager of the design department—Rachel Marsh, if I’m not mistaken?”


    Standing resolute, Samira responded, “And what if I am?”


    The woman burst intoughter. “Look at you, all high and mighty. Are you insinuating that Rachel is his girlfriend?”


    “Ha-ha…”


    The room filled withughter.


    “Ha-ha, don’t be ridiculous. Sure, Rachel is pretty, but beauty ismon. Even if she’s gorgeous, she’s at best a temporary sexual partner for him. But his wife? Hardly! His heart is reserved for his first true love—Tracy Haynes. There’s something about a first love that a man never forgets.”


    As the group’s taunts escted, Samira’s frustration reached its peak. She snapped, lunging forward to scatter the woman’s papers across the floor.


    With a raised voice, she cautioned, “Enough! Rachel deserves your respect, not your mockery.”


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    “Look at her, like a loyalpdog of Rachel Marsh,” someone sneered.


    Chaos ensued in no time.


    The women closed in on Samira, overpowering her before she could defend herself.


    They yanked at her hair, ripped her clothing, and pinned her arms, rendering her immobile.


    She was drenched as they sshed her with cold water from their cups.


    Sharp fingernails scratched her face, marking her with visible scars.


    Descending the stairster, Samira felt a deep mix of injustice and sorrow.


    Rachel had informed her she wouldn’t return to the office that day, prompting Samira to n a solitary retreat to Rachel’s office to weep. Yet, upon opening the door, she was surprised to find Rachel seated at her desk.


    “Samira, what happened to you?”


    Rachel rushed over, examining Samira’s condition.


    She quickly retrieved a first aid kit, tending to Samira’s injuries while urging her to exin what had urred.


    Samira detailed the entire ordeal.


    Rachel briefly hesitated upon hearing the adage that a man never forgets his first love.


    She believed there was truth to that statement—at least in Brian’s case. However, she found the other negativements about herself uneptable and was not willing to ignore them.


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