Chapter 133 A Man Never Forgets His First Love
Engrossed in a fervent conversation, the group didn’t notice Samira approach to deliver some documents.
She had already had a challenging day at work, and stumbling upon this chatter was more than she could
tolerate.
“Stop spreading such ridiculous rumors. Tracy is not Mr. White’s girlfriend!”
Samira worried that if Tracy were mistakenly believed to be Brian’s bride–to–be, her arrogance would only
escalate.
Moreover, she found Tracy’s behaviors intolerable, especially given its unfairness towards Rachel.
After all, Rachel was Brian’s true fiancée, the one who had remained by his side through thick and thin. Why should Tracy reap benefits that rightfully belonged to Rachel?
This thought infuriated Samira.
Yet, her colleagues brushed off her comments, their looks filled with scorn.
“What could you possibly know, being just a junior assistant from the design team?”
“So, if Tracy isn’t his girlfriend, are you trying to claim that role?”
Their taunts were clear, yet Samira held her stance, straightening up and declaring firmly.
“Tracy isn’t his girlfriend. He’s involved with someone entirely different.”
One of the female employees scoffed sharply, grabbed Samira’s ID badge, eyed it briefly, and said coldly,
“Samira Bates, huh?”
“Samira, aren’t you the assistant to the manager of the design department–Rachel Marsh, if I’m not mistaken?”
Standing resolute, Samira responded, “And what if I am?”
The woman burst into laughter. “Look at you, all high and mighty. Are you insinuating that Rachel is his girlfriend?”
“Ha–ha…”
The room filled with laughter.
“Ha–ha, don’t be ridiculous. Sure, Rachel is pretty, but beauty is common. Even if she’s gorgeous, she’s at best a temporary sexual partner for him. But his wife? Hardly! His heart is reserved for his first true love–Tracy Haynes. There’s something about a first love that a man never forgets.”
As the group’s taunts escalated, Samira’s frustration reached its peak.
She snapped, lunging forward to scatter the woman’s papers across the floor.
With a raised voice, she cautioned, “Enough! Rachel deserves your respect, not your mockery.”
“Look at her, like a loyal lapdog of Rachel Marsh,” someone sneered.
Chaos ensued in no time.
The women closed in on Samira, overpowering her before she could defend herself.
They yanked at her hair, ripped her clothing, and pinned her arms, rendering her immobile.
She was drenched as they splashed her with cold water from their cups.
Sharp fingernails scratched her face, marking her with visible scars.
Descending the stairs later, Samira felt a deep mix of injustice and sorrow.
Rachel had informed her she wouldn’t return to the office that day, prompting Samira to plan a solitary retreat
to Rachel’s office to weep.
Yet, upon opening the door, she was surprised to find Rachel seated at her desk.
“Samira, what happened to you?”
Rachel rushed over, examining Samira’s condition.
She quickly retrieved a first aid kit, tending to Samira’s injuries while urging her to explain what had occurred.
Samira detailed the entire ordeal.
Rachel briefly hesitated upon hearing the adage that a man never forgets his first love.
She believed there was truth to that statement–at least in Brian’s case.
However, she found the other negative comments about herself unacceptable and was not willing to ignore them.
Noticing Rachel’s subdued response, Samira’s anxiety rose. “Doesn’t this upset you, Rachel? They’re claiming Tracy is Mr. White’s girlfriend, even saying they’re getting married soon. It infuriates me just to think about it.”
Rachel finished tending to the last of Samira’s facial wounds before responding, “I am upset.”
“Then how can you remain so composed?” Samira expressed her confusion.
“Curious about my calmness?”
“Yes,” said Samira with a nod.
Rachel dropped the used cotton swab into the trash, her gaze hardening with resolve. “Because… I’m about to right some wrongs.”
“Huh?” Samira was slow to grasp the full meaning. Rachel stood, picked up a hair tie from the table, and
handed it to her.
“Pull your hair back, fix your clothes, and lead the way.”
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Now, it all clicked for Samira.
She nodded firmly, a surge of energy coursing through her.
Minutes later, they were ascending in the elevator.
Upon reaching their floor, the group of female employees continued their taunts unabated.
“What’s this? The lackey called in her backer?”
Before the echo of the taunt faded, a sharp slap cut through the room.
Silence fell instantly.
Rachel simply massaged her wrist, her face composed and detached.
Her voice, though soft, carried an unmistakable edge of authority. “Hurting my assistant is unacceptable. I
consider Samira like a sister. It’s my place to defend her.”
Her measured words, though calm, forced a collective intake of breath from her audience.
With a single slap, Rachel asserted her dominance.
The room collectively stepped back, no longer willing to challenge her.
Silence lingered, suggesting the conflict had subsided.
Yet, the woman who had been slapped swiftly dropped her hand from her cheek and issued a cold warning, “Rachel Marsh, this is the end for you. Apologize now, or you’ll wish you had.”
Rachel responded with a dismissive laugh, “Show me what you’ve got.“.
She was ready to confront whatever came her way.
Fear was not in her vocabulary.
Just then, Samira gripped Rachel’s hand, her voice tinged with worry. “Rachel, we should go. She looks furious, and I’m concerned she might do something drastic.”
