Ascension of a Gamma

"Is it true? How do you know Donna Summers is still a virgin?"

"Youre new here, of course you dont know. The fact that shes a virgin is no secret in our company!"

Donna had just walked into the restroom when she overheard such an explosive topic.

"I say, at her age, not dating anyone, is it because no one wants her, or is there some issue?"

Donnas eyebrows twitched. At twenty-four, did she seem that old?

Another person disdainfully said, "I heard shes been on a bunch of blind dates lately, acting like shes in a hurry to get married. But a woman like her, who would dare to marry her?"

"Juicy gossip! Tell us, whats the story with her?"

"Well, shes rumored to have lost her parents at a young age, spent some time in an orphanage, and was eventually taken in by her aunt. Women from such backgrounds, how many are normal? Maybe shes psychologically disturbed! Or maybe she doesnt like men, she likes women, which is why she hasnt married despite so many dates! Be careful, Xiao Xi, Ive noticed shes been getting close to you lately. Maybe shes interested in you?"

"Ah, no way! Thats disgusting!"

The two in the stall both exclaimed "disgusting," completely unaware that the subject of their gossip was clenching her teeth in anger.

She was just being friendly to a new colleague; where did it lead to such indecency? Were these women so idle that they had to talk nonsense!

Rosie and Lily emerged from the restroom, still mocking Donna, only to look up and see her leaning against the wall with her arms folded, smiling brightly at them.

"Qi, Donna..."

Donna smiled brilliantly, "You guys too, what a coincidence!"

"Yes, yes, were done here, well leave first..."

Donna waved cheerfully, "Take your time, goodbye."

Just as she finished speaking, there were two "bang" sounds as Rosie and Lily, wearing high heels, fell heavily to the floor. Lily, in pain, shouted without regard for her image, "Who the hell poured hand sanitizer at the door of the restroom?"

"Oh dear, are you alright? I told you to walk slowly, see, you fell," Donna looked down at the struggling pair, sneering, "Walk too fast and you might fall; talk too much and you might bite your tongue!"

She just didnt want to date or get married; where did it offend them that they had to speak of her so poorly!

Feeling upset, Donna sat at the bar, picked up a glass, and took a few sips. Her head began to spin, and she realized she shouldnt drink; she gets drunk with just a little alcohol. Her aunt had forbidden her from drinking since she was a child. Today, in her frustration, she forgot.

Her head grew dizzier, and the figures before her eyes turned into multiples. She tried to call her best friend but couldnt find her purse. Ah, she must have left it in the private room at the party. Donna stood up groggily and stumbled back to the room, tripping and falling onto the cold floor.

Her bottom hurt, and Donna frowned, looking around at the many heads moving around her, counting with a giggle: "One, two, three..." Completely drunk, she was unaware of how tempting she looked.

Her long, black hair was elegantly coiled up, revealing a slender, fair neck. Because she was sitting on the floor, her body was slightly tilted forward, and the fullness wrapped in her strap dress was almost bursting out, a deep cleavage stirring the imagination. Her long, smooth legs were unabashedly exposed to the hot air, and with her slightly squinted eyes and unconscious licking of her dry, red lips, she exuded an alluring charm.

Hunter Bailey entered the hall and saw Donna sitting on the floor.

She was beautiful, sexily unparalleled, yet with a look of innocent confusion, like a contradictory fusion of an angel and a devil, radiating a mysterious charm. But he was not interested at all, withdrew his gaze, sat at the bar, and the bartender immediately approached, pouring him a drink at the fastest speed.

With a hand as slender and fair as an artists, he picked up the glass and took a sip when a figure joined him at the empty seat beside him.

"Why are you sitting here drinking alone? Arent you supposed to propose to Yvonne Su?"

Hunter Bailey looked up at his grinning friend, Tony Shao鈥攁lso the owner of this bar鈥攃oldly stating, "She refused."