[Hyacinthia's Office, 9:30 AM]
Whispers fluttered through the air as Yves stepped into the familiar building, evoking memories of past conflicts. People exchanged glances, their eyes fixed on him, their voices barely above a murmur. The rumor mill was in full swing, fueled by his alleged affair with his supposed bodyguard.
"Hey, isn't that Yves Maraz? Can you believe he's got the nerve to show his face? The internet is practically exploding with gossip about his scandal!"
"Yeah, maybe Mrs. Morrison will make him pay for his actions. She might force him to give up his shares in the company to protect Hyacinthia's reputation."
"You've got a point there..."
"Look at him! He even wears all-white... does he think he is an angel?"
