7.

"What gossip is that?! They've been here for a long time—why is that just coming out now?"

"Oh dear! That gossipmonger better not get caught by me! I swear I’ll make her bald," said an elderly woman near Lorain.

(At CD Inc.)

"Boss Winson!"

"What is it?" Winson immediately responded to his secretary.

"Your wife is said to be arriving from Florida. Mrs. Durumio called here."

"WHAT?! Why are they suddenly coming home without even informing me?!"

he exclaimed to his secretary.

"I don’t know, sir."

"Uhmmmmm! You may go now. Oh, by the way, please tell Rica to come here. I need to ask her to do something for me."

(I'm already here, and yet he’s looking for Rica?)

he thought to himself as he exited the office.

(Carol plopped down at her desk and said irritably:)

"Hey, Rica, Sir wants to see you. He has something for you to do!" she barked.

Rica was so excited she didn’t even notice her coworker's irritated tone. She practically ran to Winson's office in her joy.

As soon as she opened the door, Winson immediately pulled her in, causing them both to fall onto the couch.

They landed on the sofa together, with Winson on top of Rica.

"Wait a minute! Someone might walk in and see us here."

Winson quickly adjusted himself and shut all possible openings where they could be seen.

They began kissing each other passionately, their hands slowly finding their way to the more intimate parts of their bodies.

Rica gasped as Winson touched the sensitive area between her thighs.

Winson, too, gasped in pleasure as Rica stroked the tip of his manhood.

Unable to control himself any longer, Winson quickly laid Rica down on the sofa and began undressing her.

Her ample breasts, fair skin, and pinkish nipples were revealed to him. Just as Winson was about to insert his manhood into Rica, the office phone suddenly rang.

Startled, Rica hurriedly grabbed her clothes and rushed to the bathroom to fix herself up.

Winson also composed himself before opening the windows and answering the phone.

"HELLO?!" he answered angrily.

"Sir, someone is looking for you."

"Who could be looking for me?!" he asked, still irritated.

"It’s Mrs. Lorain Durumio. I called you right away—I thought maybe it was your sister, sir."

"Lorain Durumio?! She’s here at the office?! Who is she with? Is she alone?"

Winson asked in quick succession—questions Rica Gonsaga could clearly hear.

"Okay, fine. Tell her to wait for me outside. Don’t let her in here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," the call ended.

"Ma’am Lorain, Sir Winson said to wait for him outside. He’s coming to see you."

Lorain nodded and she and her daughter stepped out to wait.

"Mama, why did Papa ask us to wait outside?"

"Oh, honey, it’s not like that. Maybe they don’t allow visitors to hang around inside, that’s why we were asked to wait out here."

"Uhmmmm... Is that so, Ma?"

Lorain just nodded to avoid further questions from her child.

When Lorain saw her husband Winson coming down the stairs, she smiled—only for her smile to fade when she saw Rica following behind him, both of them chatting happily.

As soon as Winson stepped outside, he headed straight to where his wife and daughter were.

"PAPA!" Shane shouted as she ran toward her father, shocking Winson—worried someone might see and discover that he had a wife who had just arrived from Florida.

Winson quickly carried the child, grabbed Lorain’s hand, and led them to a more private area.

"What are you and Shane doing here?!

How did you know I work here?!

Why didn’t you call before coming?!"

Winson fired off his questions, leaving Lorain speechless.

"WHY, honey?! Is there a problem with us coming here?"

"My point is, you should have told me. Just go home—we’ll talk there!"

Shane glanced back and forth between her mom and dad.

"Papa, Mama, are you fighting?"

"No, baby. I was just telling Mama to go home now. I’ll come home early tonight—we’ll have dinner together."

"REALLY, Papa?"

"Yes, baby. I promise. I’ll be home early. Now go to Mama, okay? Then head home, alright?"

"LET’S GO, MAMA," Shane said, pulling her mom’s hand. Lorain had no choice. She couldn’t say no to her daughter, so she agreed to go home, even though she and Winson hadn’t had a proper talk.

(On the way home, Lorain thought to herself...)

"Why didn’t Rica call me? So she already knows my husband. I waited for her call..."

she thought with hurt feelings.