Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Once Marcus’ mind was set, Celeste realized she couldn’t sway him.

Meanwhile, Millie returned to the company and settled into her seat. Soon, a murmur reached her ears.

“Isn’t it against the rules to leave during work hours? Even if one does, they’re expected to inform the team leader.”

Millie directed her gaze toward the individual conversing with Emerie.

Emerie’s retort dripped with venom.

“Indeed, in her eyes, I hold no status as a team leader. She’s free to come and go as she pleases, answerable to no one. Endowed with the prestigious title of the president’s wife, she could slumber at her desk, and we’d still be powerless.”

“You’re absolutely right. She likely believes we’re unworthy of sharing office space with her. A client berates her, and she still has the audacity to wander. Were I in her shoes, I’d be racing to rectify the situation.”

temples, her gaze

I belong to group three? Furthermore, everyone is cognizant of the reason why the client was angry. The culprit even lacks any sense of shame, a sentiment

acknowledged the impropriety of her abrupt departure, she found it intolerable to endure the

abruptly, yet

the office occupants

grasped the pen, poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to her now-empty cup. She moved toward the

her

your

accessed her drawer, extracted a sachet, and approached

her moment, she surreptitiously deposited

containing an unusual blend of dried flowers, emanated a scent capable of inducing sickness