“Remember, our endgame is to oust her from the company,” Rosie’s voice asserted, a touch of deliberation in her tone.

Emerie hesitated, her voice edged with caution.

“But she’s the president’s wife, and her connections run deep. I’m a bit wary of ruffling her husband’s feathers.”

“What difference does it make that she carries the title of the president’s wife? Let’s contrive a strategy to divest her of that role. How does that strike you?”

Rosie proposed, the gears of her contemplation having spun for a while now.

The title president’s wife was a mantle that both vexed and scared her.

If only she could rupture the bond between Millie and Marcus, everything would fall into place seamlessly.

delving into the realm

“Rosie, are you suggesting…?”

are driven by primal urges; women, by intuition and skepticism. No matter how strong a rapport seems, if the

arrogant as Millie,

a premonition of

dalliances. In the company all women’s

Emerie retorted.

held unshakable certainty. “Believe me, there’s no man impervious to the allure of women.” Confidence

you implying you’ll personally entice Mr.

into preserving her appearance, but

glance met Emerie’s inquiry, and Rosie’s swift response

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