"How is she getting all these rich men at her feet? First Mr. Warren III and now Mr. Levy?" one worker whispered as she leaned closer to her colleague. "Oh my, I am so jealous of her," she added.
"I know, right?" the other replied, her eyes wide with curiosity. "It's like she's got some kind of magic charm."
Others stood nearby, exchanging glances.
"Did you hear what happened at the last board meeting?" one of them asked. "Mr. Levy couldn't take his eyes off her. It's like she's got him wrapped around her fingers too."
"From coming to work by bus to now a Lambo dropping her off, I wonder what her secret is," another said.
As Mara walked down the hallway clutching a stack of files, she could feel the weight of the stares and hear the hushed whispers around her.
"Look at her," one murmured to another colleague. "I don't see what they see in her."
