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.”

rubbed her temples, her gaze

I’m not officially assigned to any team. Who can validate that 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,

the impropriety of her abrupt departure, she

her to rise abruptly, yet she curbed

response, the office occupants exchanged knowing

poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to

countenance darkened, her palm

your veins, why linger in the design

approached Millie’s workstation, feigning an inspection of her

she surreptitiously deposited the sachet into Millie’s

unusual blend of dried flowers, emanated a scent capable of inducing