Chapter 22

POV: Ericka

Rumors about her and Monte are circulating in the office. Some raise eyebrows, thinking she's a gold digger, while others believe they are destined to be together. She observes the conversations around them with her own eyes.

As usual, their assistants welcome her at the entrance of the building. She notices whispers at the reception, and one bold-faced person makes a remark audible to her. This person is a manager in one of their departments.

"Oh, come on, why don't you just find rich men who'll take care of you, like others out there!" they sarcastically comment.

She can't bear it anymore. Taking a deep breath, she smiles and goes back to address them.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"I said, we better find a rich man who will lift us from dirt, just like what you did," they boldly replied.

"And who might that be?"

"You!"

"Oh really," she smiled, "Are you accusing me of something I didn't do?"

"How do you explain your relationship with Mr. San Miguel? Are you Cinderella?