“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.

soared. Was Rosie delving

“Rosie, are you suggesting…?”

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

for someone as arrogant as Millie, infidelity is an inconceivable

churned; she had a premonition of

the company all women’s eyes are on him, but he never

Emerie retorted.

certainty. “Believe me, there’s no man

you implying you’ll personally entice

into preserving her appearance, but she couldn’t compare those

met Emerie’s inquiry,

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