The receptionist bowed her head, unable to meet Camila's gaze.

Leaning against the wall, Camila sighed, “I don't visit the company often, but I'm certain they talk about me."

The receptionist murmured, "You think so?"

"Yes," Camila affirmed. “They must discuss my identity and how I managed to marry him."

The receptionist remained silent, seemingly acknowledging the truth in Camila's words.