Anna's POV
I'm not afraid of being the subject of gossip. Over the years, I've collected enough rumors and whispers to fill a small library, and I've developed a thick skin as a result. Standing in the grand hall of the Olympus Club, I could feel eyes on me from every direction, but none of it could shake me.
My mind drifted to a scene from a few years back—a wealthy Skyview City socialite had mistaken me for her husband's mistress and burst into Shaw Tower with security in tow. The man had somehow obtained photos of me, causing his wife to seek me out. In the end, I sued him for sexual harassment and won a million-dollar settlement. I split the money evenly, sharing half with the employees who had helped me through the ordeal, while treating myself to several limited-edition handbags with the remainder. This was one of the many reasons Mary Simpson disapproved of me-in her eyes, a "proper" society woman shouldn't be so assertive.
