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,

warrants reporting to the team leader; of course I’m aware. Yet, I’m not officially assigned to any team. Who can validate that I belong to group three? Furthermore,

abrupt departure, she found it intolerable to endure

flared, prompting her to rise abruptly, yet she curbed her

the office occupants exchanged knowing

design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to her now-empty cup. She moved toward the

darkened, her palm smacking the

your veins, why linger in the design department? You’d be better suited as the president’s

extracted a sachet, and approached Millie’s workstation, feigning an inspection of

deposited the sachet into

unusual blend of dried flowers, emanated a