I paid her tears no heed but cast a cold gaze at her as I assessed her.
Indeed, it was a ghostly resentment surrounding Yvonne!
I inhaled deeply and whispered, "Yvonne, answer me truthfully from now on. Have you been plagued by dreams each night? Dreams of the same man? And do you wake each morning more exhausted than when you fell asleep?"
Yvonne's eyes widened in shock at my words.
From her reaction, it was clear that she had indeed had sex with the dead!
However, as long as she cooperated with me and told me who the dead man was, I could still salvage her dire situation.
Otherwise...
"One final question. Answer me truthfully, and I can still save you. Who have you had sex with recently?"
The two staff members eyed Yvonne with suspicion, and Yvonne erupted with rage.
"You've slept with the dead. So did your entire family! Katherine, out! Lily, Katherine has defamed me. I'm terminating her! I'll sue her!"
I sidestepped her attempted slap.
Turning to leave without further ado, I left my parting words echoing.
"You seek to do good, yet you sever your own lifeline."
The following afternoon, I returned to the entertainment company, Stellar Group.
My intentions were cloaked in the quietude of packing up my belongings and slipping away unnoticed.
As I stepped into the dressing room, the atmosphere was thick with whispers and pointed glances.
Just as I began to gather my things, the murmurs of two girls at a nearby workstation reached my ears.
"Hey, you're the new makeup artist, right? Let me spill the tea. She's the one who started the rumors about Yvonne's downfall out of sheer jealousy."
"Really? That's some deep-seated envy, honey. Doesn't she know her place? Spreading rumors is a legal no-no. Isn't she scared of losing it all?"
"Exactly. Yvonne is still unattached and scandal-free. It's just not plausible!"
It seemed the events of yesterday had spread like wildfire.
I found the whole situation rather amusing.
Yvonne knew better than anyone if she had indeed had sex with the dead.
She could have departed this world with dignity, yet here she was, disgraced posthumously.
I continued packing, ready to depart.
But my boyfriend, Max Morgan, who had been absent from our home all night, emerged from the restroom.
His appearance was accompanied by a message.
At the sight of him, I froze in my tracks.