"Did you hear? Assistant Evans has been crying again. Apparently, that new so-called Talent Director is actually Mr. Harrington's wife." The gossip in the office was in full swing.
"Word is, his wife is just a clueless housewife who came to the company to keep an eye on Clive and stop him from cheating," another one chimed in.
"Tiffany has been with Mr. Harrington for years. They look so good together too - such a shame. I heard his wife's been causing all kinds of trouble and even made Tiffany cry more than once."
*****
No one knew where those rumors started, but Paisley walked out of the restroom just in time to catch the tail end of it. Those people didn't recognize her. Not surprising, considering she hadn't really looked at anyone when she came in and had gone straight into Clive's office.
So yeah, her identity was still under wraps.
"Sorry to interrupt, but is it true? That Assistant Evans and Mr. Harrington are a thing?" Paisley jumped in, but the timing wasn't in her favor.
Maybe her question came out sounding too blunt, because the others seemed to immediately side with Tiffany.
"Who are you? Why are you talking like that? Assistant Evans and Mr. Harrington are practically a perfect match! His so-called wife? Just a clueless newbie. Bet they'll get divorced sooner or later."
Yikes. Hardcore Evans fan alert. Clearly, Tiffany had put in the work making friends around here.
"Clive's married, and you're still calling them a perfect match? Ever heard of the word mistress?" Paisley wasn't here to play nice. If she had to deal with this mess, Clive wasn't getting off easy either.
Of course, the group didn't take that lightly. One of them, clearly trying to score points with Tiffany, snapped.
"How dare you talk about her like that? I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!" She went for a slap, but Paisley was faster and sent one right back.
It was chaos. People started recording, some were just watching the show, and the funny part? None of them actually knew who Paisley was.
"You hit me? Do you even know who I am?" the woman yelled, shocked. "I'm part of the assistant team! You're new, right? I'll make sure you get fired!"
Wow, she really thought she ran the place.
"I hit you, end of story. No need to schedule it. And fire me? You wish," Paisley shot back. She wasn't the type to back down - especially not to someone who gossiped for sport. With folks like this under Tiffany, no wonder she ruled the internal PR game.
Clive must really have a blind spot to think Tiffany was some fairy-tale ideal. Paisley honestly felt like she had to worry for his future if this was the kind of woman he treasured so much.
Word about the fight obviously spread fast.
"Clive and Assistant Evans are coming! Move out of the way!" someone shouted.
As for why Clive showed up himself?
He knew his wife too well.
If she ever stayed put in his office behaving herself, it'd be a miracle. So the moment he caught wind of drama, he came straight over.
Talk about bad timing - Paisley had been putting up a strong front until her foot slipped, and the woman shoved her down. Clive walked in just in time to see her fall, a complete mess.
