ul not to give the office any additional fuel for gossip. Yet, beneath the surface, everything felt different. A glance shared across the conference room lingered just a little too long.

t going to stop talking." Alexander's jaw tightened. "Let them talk. I don't care what anyone thinks." "Well, I do," Emma shot back, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "I've worked too hard to let this-us-jeopardize my career." Alexander softened, his expression shifting from anger to concern. "Emma, I understand your fears. But I need you to trust me. We'll figure this out together." Emma sighed, her resolve wavering. "I just don't know if it's possible to separate the personal from the professional." "It is," he said with conviction. "And I'll prove it to you." Later that evening, Alexander made good on his promise. He called a meeting with Lauren and several other senior managers to address the issue head-on. "As you all know, I hold my team to the highest standards of professionalism," he began, his tone cold and authoritative. "That includes treating every employee with respect, regardless of their position." His gaze landed on Lauren, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "If I hear any more baseless gossip or attempts to undermine a colleague's credibility, there will be consequences. Is that understood?" Lauren nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze. The other managers murmured their agreement, and Alexander dismissed them without another word. After the meeting, Emma approached him in his office. "You didn't have to do that," she said softly. "Yes, I did," he replied, his expression unreadable. "You deserve better." Emma's heart ached at the sincerity in his voice. "Thank you." Alexander stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I meant what I said, Emma. I won't let anything hurt you-not even this." For a moment, she let herself believe him