His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 37

"This is our department's newest member," Monica announced, opening the morning meeting with a bright smile. "She'll be joining us on the PO product line, so let's all work well together." She gestured to the newcomer for an introduction.

"Hi everyone, I'm Niamh. I'm looking forward to working with all of you, and I hope we can get along," Niamh said, her tone polite but reserved.

The room responded with a round of applause—everyone except Marina, who sat motionless, her expression unreadable.

"Marina, do you know her?" Genevieve asked, noticing the stiff way Marina stared at Niamh.

Marina forced a smile, dodging the question. She couldn't believe it. Of all people, their department's new hire was Niamh.

Marina remembered Niamh had studied jewelry design at university—at least, that's what she'd told people. But Niamh never graduated. No degree, no diploma. How on earth did FY hire someone like that?

Marina herself had endured two rounds of written exams and three interviews just to land an internship here, and she'd come from a top-tier university. But Niamh, with nothing but her high school diploma and a mysterious past, had somehow waltzed right in…

Her grip on her pen tightened until she almost snapped it in half.

Suddenly, she recalled the last FY company celebration, and a cunning idea began to form.

After Niamh lost her job at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center, she accepted Peter's offer to join FY. Peter had wanted to make her the department manager, but Niamh politely turned him down. He then suggested she lead a team, but again, she refused.

In the end, Peter could only agree to let her start as a regular employee.

It wasn't that Niamh lacked ambition. She had her reasons. She knew her missing diploma would eventually come to light; she couldn't hide it forever. She'd never done an internship or built a résumé at another company. If she parachuted in as a manager, the whispers would never stop.

Besides, Niamh had no intention of revealing her identity as the designer behind the Grand Piano Collection—she dreaded the attention, and the inevitable questions about her inspiration.

Helping Peter from an ordinary role was good enough.

Later, in the restroom, Genevieve and Melanie were gossiping by the sinks as they washed their hands.

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