Christina stared at her reflection in the restroom's mirror. As soon as the cleaning lady left, her calm facade crumbled into a tearful expression. The thought of messing up in front of her husband and the entire marketing team was a nightmare. It felt like she would be handing out invitations for office gossip.
"Dashing CEO's dumb wife!" She could already envision tomorrow's headlines. After drying her hands, she left the restroom, only to find Jessica waiting in the corridor.
"Thought you'd hide in there until the meeting ended," Jessica teased, nudging her towards the lift.
