With so many people, it must be very noisy.
How am I supposed to work tonight?
I walked to the villa area and saw a group of wealthy ladies surrounded by reporters who held their microphones high.
As I got closer, the crying inside became clearer.
"If I don't expose the evil deeds of the vixen, I won't be able to live! My husband doesn't come home every day, and he keeps buying gifts for this bitch. He even used the money I saved for our child's education!"
"I can tolerate being bullied, but now, even my son has to make way for her. If I don't ruin her reputation today, I'll eat my hat!"
With these words, the crowd became excited.
The betrayed wife stood on a stone pedestal and called for women to unite.
When I saw her face, I realized that she was actually an acquaintance.
It was Makena Doyle, the wife of Zayden Benitez, the head of my subsidiary.
During many meetings, she would call to check on Zayden. I was forced to see her photo on Zayden's phone wallpaper.
Her words silenced several female residents who came to argue about the parking issues.
The group of people was filled with indignation, wishing they could get rid of that vixen as soon as possible.