She thought, "Gentle as jade, radiant as the spring? He really knows how to put on an act. He is obviously a ravenous, man-eating wolf!"
"Ms. Hughes, what are you thinking about? Do you also think those words suit Mr. Winslow perfectly? Sigh! I wonder which woman will be lucky enough to marry him. Did you know? Lately, Mr. Winslow has been in frequent contact with three different women. Do you think it'll be one of them?" Thea Grant asked.
Shalma Hughes took an elegant sip of her coffee, then flicked Thea gently on the forehead. "How old are you, still daydreaming like this? Let me tell you, that man is sinister. A young girl like you shouldn't read that tabloid garbage; they've completely mythologized him."
With that, Shalma disappeared from the pantry with her coffee in hand, leaving a dumbfounded Thea standing there.
Thea watched her alluring silhouette walk away. Why did it feel like there was so much sourness in those words? Was there something wrong with her ears?
