Of course, the protagonist was merely Whitney. Even if these people were audacious, they wouldn’t dare to plot against Charles, unless they no longer wished to keep their job.
Moreover, Charles never stood up for Whitney, nor did he ever intervene in these matters these days, which further fueled the spread of the rumors.
That noon, a few people gathered in the restroom, and started a discussion about this matter.
“I wonder how Whitney has the nerve to stick around Mr. Newton. If it were me, I would have handed in my resignation long ago.”
“Well, I think she just wants to become Mrs. Newton, so she won’t let go that easily. Hence, being the CEO’s assistant is the first step to getting close to the CEO. Do you think she’s foolish?”
“She should really take a good look at herself and see if she’s even destined for such greatness. And who does she think she has her eyes on? She’s seriously deluded if she thinks she’s a phoenix.”
“Hehe, well, this is great. It is just as expected that she got kicked by Mr. Newton.”
“If it were me, I would dutifully go to work, earn a living, and marry a man who matches my social status. The key is to know one’s place.”
They were all chattering away by the sink, completely unaware that the person they were talking about was right behind them in the stall.
As Whitney listened to their conversation, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.
She felt a slight urge to go out and pick a fight with those gossipmongers,
But reason told her, she shouldn’t.
Charles held a high reputation within the company. If she were to leave now, it might look bad.
Once the noise outside the door had subsided, Whitney finally opened the partition door, ready to leave. However, when she tried to open the bathroom door, she found it had been locked from the outside.
No matter how she turned the handle, it just wouldn’t open.
Did those people from earlier do it on purpose?
Whitney pressed her face against the door frame and called out, “Is anyone there? I’m locked. in here. Could you please help me open the door?”
Once the door was locked from the outside, there was no way to open it from the inside.
Whitney pounded on the door with all her might, but the outside remained eerily silent, with no signs of anyone coming or going.
She glanced at the time and saw that it was the lunch break. Most of the employees should bet taking their afternoon nap, so there were very few people coming to the restroom.
On top of that, Whitney had already had enough of these people’s gossip. This time, she deliberately chose a more secluded restroom, but she didn’t expect to encounter such a situation…
She pulled out her phone, hoping to call for help, only to find there was no signal. Now, all she could do was wait.
Half an hour had passed, she tried knocking on the door again, calling out for help. Still, there was no response from anyone.
Whitney was in the midst of cracking her head to think of a way when, with a sudden splash, a bucket of icy cold water was dumped in from a small window above the door, drenching her from head to toe.
Her hair instantly became wet, and stuck to her face.
She was already dressed lightly, so she was shivering to her core now that she was drenched in water.
She hugged herself, the corners of her eyes slightly reddened. Then, she pulled out her phone once again as she was trembling.
Finally, there was a signal.
As she flipped through the address book, she realized that she didn’t have a single friend in the company. The only person she had close contact with was Queenie, and no one else.
Ironically, Queenie took a leave that day as she was not feeling unwell.
Now, the only one who could offer her help was Isaac.
At a time like this, Whitney never even considered calling Charles.
After much hesitation, she finally decided to call Isaac.
The moment the call connected, Isaac’s questioning voice came through immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
“Come to the restroom on the east wing of the twenty-first floor. I’ve been locked in here by someone.”
“Alright, I’ll bring someone over right away.”
After hanging up the phone, Whitney leaned against the bathroom wall for support, feeling unwell from head to toe.
The bathroom’s exhaust fan made her feel cold, so she could only hug herself, trying to provide some warmth.
By the time Isaac arrived, he saw water overflowing from the bathroom. The bathroom door lock had been maliciously sealed with tape. No wonder she couldn’t open it.
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