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.

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

locate Rosie. Yet, finding an empty manager’s office, she retraced

office emptied into the canteen, Millie

two floors, the

on the first floor, her mind whirring with the morning’s insights

his way for lunch. His gaze drifted downwards, catching sight of Millie seated in solitude at a corner, engrossed

the viability of financing

ninjanovel.com

enlisting Derek’s assistance

from her seat and

across his phone, sending her a brief

“Are you alright?”

the canteen, Millie coincidentally spotted Rosie and Emerie, who were arriving for lunch. In a deliberate act, they feigned

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