Position: Intern jewelry designer.

Intern? Millie’s eyebrows arched. Such a foundational role.

The morning hours waned, and still, no one enlightened Millie on her duties.

Her desk remained barren.

On numerous occasions, the urge to question those nearby welled up within her, yet those individuals appeared keen on maintaining a certain distance. They either feigned ignorance of her inquiries or promptly moved away without acknowledgment.

Unbeknownst to her, Rosie had discreetly instructed the others through the design department’s group chat to remain tight-lipped and contribute more actively.

The consensus was clear: Ms. Astley’s desire was for everyone to marginalize Millie.

as the president’s spouse, self-preservation guided their decisions to distance themselves from her. Rumors had circulated within

finding an empty manager’s office,

and the office emptied into the canteen, Millie among

Group sprawled across two

her mind whirring with the morning’s insights into corporate

catching sight

viability of financing for the Tea

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Derek’s

seat and exited

across his phone,

“Are you alright?”

arriving for lunch. In a deliberate act, they feigned obliviousness to her presence and hastened their

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