"Mr. Stefan, good morning," Kai greeted as he entered Stefan's office. Dorothy's face lit up with a warm smile, pleased to see him again.
Kai returned her smile warmly. "Young Mistress, I hope you ate well and had a good night's rest."
Dorothy nodded happily.
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll arrange for someone to give you a tour and explain everything you need to know about this place. I’d love to do it myself, but it's always busy around here," Kai explained. Dorothy nodded in understanding.
Kai turned to Stefan, his demeanor turning serious. "The meeting is set to start in a few minutes. I'll get everything prepared. We’ll be expecting you," he said sharply, nodding firmly at Griffin before leaving.
Dorothy watched as Griffin and Stefan busied themselves organizing files. She wanted to offer her help but hesitated, unsure of how it would be received. So, she kept to herself and waited. Once they were finished, Griffin wheeled Stefan out of the office, but before leaving, he turned to address Dorothy.
"Mr. Stefan requests that you don't touch anything until he returns. Amarie will be here shortly to give you a tour and guide you around. Please wait for her," Griffin instructed. Dorothy nodded. She tried to flash Stefan a small smile, but he looked away as Griffin wheeled him out.
Dorothy almost scoffed. "Don't touch anything until I get back," she muttered, mimicking his tone as she sank into a chair. She sat idly, waiting for the guide. A few moments later, a knock sounded at the door, and a young, dark-skinned woman with a tough demeanor stepped inside.
"Hi, you must be Dorothy," she greeted, walking toward her. "I'm Amarie. Kai asked me to show you around and guide you through the company. Shall we?" Her tone was brisk and professional.
Dorothy nodded and followed her out of the office.
"This is the interns' department," Amarie said as they walked into a large office filled with employees working diligently on their laptops.
Dorothy looked around, amazed at how organized and harmonious the workspace was.
"This is the beverage room," Amarie continued, showing Dorothy a cozy space with coffee machines and snacks. "Work starts at 7 a.m., so some people might feel sluggish early in the morning. They can grab free coffee, water, or any beverage of their choice. There's also snacks for those who skipped breakfast at home."
The room was empty, as it was almost noon and everyone was energized.
"This is the communication room. These employees handle the technological aspects of the company."
"I would have shown you the boardroom, but Mr. Stefan is busy with clients. He wouldn’t appreciate that," Amarie added with a knowing smile.
Next, they arrived at the cafeteria. "This is where the workers come to have lunch," Amarie said. The space was vast, and the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air. Dorothy could smell baking bread and simmering sauces.
"The food here is prepared by trusted cooks. It doesn’t just smell amazing—it tastes amazing too," Amarie remarked.
"What about Stefan? Does he eat here?" Dorothy asked curiously.
"Rarely. But this is Mr. Kai's and Mr. Griffin's go-to spot. They usually sit in a separate area," Amarie replied.
"Oh," Dorothy mumbled.
Amarie spent hours showing Dorothy around the company. When she finally checked her watch, she exclaimed, "I've spent so much time here! I have another engagement, so I’ll leave you now."
"That’s fine. Thank you for everything," Dorothy said, waving as Amarie walked away. She sighed, feeling exhausted from the long tour, and made her way back to the office.
After climbing stairs, taking escalators, and visiting countless offices, Dorothy felt parched. She headed to the beverage room to grab water but stopped in her tracks when she overheard some employees gossiping.
"What do you think of Mr. Stefan's wife?" one woman asked as she prepared a cup of tea.
"I think he could’ve done better," another replied.
"What do you expect, Mariah? Nine years ago, when Mr. Stefan was so handsome, he could’ve had anyone. Remember Miss Bianca?" a man chimed in.
Standing by the door unnoticed, Dorothy frowned in confusion. Who was Bianca?
"I remember her," another woman gushed. "She was stunning. I thought she and Mr. Stefan would marry and have adorable kids."
Dorothy felt her heart sink, though she didn’t understand why.
"Mr. Stefan's wife is so unattractive. She can’t even style her hair properly or wear a bit of makeup," Mariah scoffed.
"And does she even shower or have a skincare routine? Her complexion is so pale," another added, and the group laughed.
"Don’t speak too harshly. She’s from the Florence Household. She’s Clarissa’s sister," someone pointed out.
"But Clarissa is gorgeous. Are we sure they’re even related?"
Dorothy had heard enough. The comments made her lose her thirst. She turned to leave when one remark stopped her cold.
"The old Stefan would never settle for someone like her. But now he’s just a useless, crippled mute. It’s what he deserves!"
Rage boiled within Dorothy. Without thinking, she stepped into the room.
"But the 'useless mute man' is the reason you can pay your bills," she snapped. The group froze in shock.
"Mrs. Everest, we didn’t know you were here," one of them stammered nervously.
Dorothy smirked and stepped closer. "So what if I wasn’t? Is this how you talk about your boss behind his back?" Her voice was stern, her expression fierce—something she hadn’t known she was capable of.
"I… I…" They stammered, unable to form coherent sentences.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves. I don’t care what you say about me, but you will never disrespect my husband. I want each of you to go to his office, kneel there until he returns, and apologize. Do I make myself clear?"
When they didn’t respond immediately, she raised her voice. "I said, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mrs. Everest," they replied in unison.
Dorothy scoffed and turned to leave but froze in her tracks when her gaze met a pair of piercing blue eyes.
Later that day, when Michael returned from school, he insisted on going to the company because he wanted to see Dorothy. Beatrice agreed and took him there.It was Dorothy’s lunch break. She was eating with Stefan in the office when Maxwell burst in. He ran straight to Dorothy and hugged her. Due to his small height, he ended up hugging her lower body.“What’s that for?” Dorothy asked softly.“I want to say thank you for coming to school today and having that talk with Edward. He’s been so nice ever since, and because he likes me now, everyone at school likes me too,” Maxwell said excitedly.“You talked to Edward?” Stefan asked, narrowing his eyes a little.“I went to school because I got a call that Maxwell was being bullied again. Edward used to be the bully. I said a couple of things to him, and I think it changed his mind,” Dorothy shrugged.“Isn’t that great, Stefan? You bagged yourself not just a beautiful but a smart wife,” Beatrice said with a smile.“I’m really lucky,” Stefan
The kids were having lunch in the cafeteria. As usual, Maxwell sat alone—no one wanted to mingle with him. He hadn’t even taken a bite of his food when it was suddenly snatched away and the next thing he knew, the food was splattered all over his face.He gasped and looked behind him. It was exactly who he expected—Edward.The kids around pointed and laughed at him."That’s for your evil aunt who stopped me from seeing my dad," Edward snapped, then stormed off, his crew trailing behind him.Maxwell stood up and ran to a corner, unable to bear the laughter echoing around him. He curled himself into a ball and began to cry. A gentle tap landed on his shoulder—it was his class teacher."What happened to you, Maxwell?" she asked, eyes landing on the food smeared on his uniform. She looked around at the laughing students and understood instantly."Get up. Come with me to the counselor’s office," she said, helping him up. Maxwell wiped his tears and followed her.Minutes later, Beatrice and
The next morning, at Bianca's workplace. A soft knock landed on her door before her personal assistant stepped in."Good morning, ma'am," Jack greeted. He looked slightly feminine and was holding a white envelope."This came from Stefan, ma'am." He placed the letter on the table.Bianca smiled as she took the envelope, but her expression dropped as she read through the letter."What's wrong, ma'am?" Jack asked with a concerned look."I can’t believe Stefan would do this!" she exclaimed, angrily handing the letter to Jack. He read through it and shared the same stunned expression."Is he serious? He meets his son only three times a week, and he even timed the hours they spend together? Does he think this is some kind of assignment?" Jack said, clearly upset."I bet Dorothy asked him to do this," Bianca scoffed."Like, God forbid a son wants to spend the whole day with his father," Jack rolled his eyes. "You're not agreeing to this, right?""Of course not. I'm going to Stefan’s now!" Bi
Dorothy looked at Kai from head to toe—he was dressed in a waiter’s uniform. He wore a white shirt with the restaurant’s name printed on it, black pencil jeans, and a black apron tied around his waist.Dorothy couldn’t believe her eyes. She hadn’t seen Kai at the company in a long time. When she asked Stefan about it, he always found a way to change the topic.“What are you doing here?” was the first question Dorothy threw at him.“I believe I should be asking you that. Why are you here alone, ordering a mocktail by yourself? Where’s your husband?”Dorothy frowned at the question.“What, so a woman can’t decide to go on a solo date and have a mocktail on her own?” she asked, clearly offended.“Apologies, I didn’t mean to upset you. But I’ve known Stefan long before you did. When he’s obsessed with something, he doesn’t let it out of his sight,” Kai murmured, checking the time on his wristwatch. “Especially when it’s 9:30 p.m.”Dorothy scoffed and pushed her hair back. “Maybe you don’t
At a restaurant, three familiar friends sat at the same table, chatting as they waited for the waiter to bring their orders."I'm sorry, it's just really hard to believe—Stefan has a son who's about ten years old, and no one knew about this?" Chole said in surprise.Dorothy shrugged, sipping orange juice from her glass through a straw."That Bianca looks really deceitful. I'd say Stefan should look into this case a little more before claiming that boy as his," Kristin said with a scoff."Are you stupid? Stefan already had your boyfriend—aka his trusted doctor, Harrison—conduct a DNA test, and it turned out positive. He even did another test outside of Harrison, and still, it came back positive. If that’s not enough proof, then a screw must be loose in your head somewhere," Chole said to Kristin, who responded with a glare.Chole turned to Dorothy with concern. "How do you feel about all this?""Look at her—she's devastated," Kristin sighed."It sucks, but I won’t stop the boy from hav
"Why didn’t you tell me you had a son?" Dorothy repeated, her voice calm, though her eyes burned red as tears threatened to fall.Stefan stood motionless. His silence shattered her. She wanted it to be a lie so badly—but his lack of denial said everything."How did you find out?" he finally spoke.Dorothy laughed—dry, painful laughter that echoed off the walls. "How did I find out? So you were never going to tell me? Just going to keep pretending? Keep lying to me?"Her voice cracked, and the tears finally came.Stefan clenched his fists, a tortured look crossing his face. "Bianca told you, didn’t she?""Does it matter, Stefan? She’s not lying, is she?" Dorothy shot back."Love, listen—" he tried to step closer, but she stopped him by raising both hands to create distance."Don’t come any closer, Stefan. Don’t you dare," she warned, trembling. "What else are you hiding from me? Because right now, I don’t even know who you are anymore!"She couldn’t have imagined in a thousand years th