Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Meanwhile, Millie, immersed in her tasks, was interrupted by a call from Celeste.

Cold and curt, Celeste’s voice pierced through the receiver, “Meet me at the café downstairs. Don’t dawdle.”

Millie sighed, her anticipation heavy with unease. Celeste’s tone carried the telltale signs of discord. It appeared a confrontation of an unpleasant nature awaited her.

However, obligation compelled her attendance.

With determination, Millie rose from her seat and descended the staircase to the ground floor.

Seated by the window, Celeste tracked Millie’s approach, her brow furrowing in displeasure.

Unexpectedly, Millie had found her way into the Thomas Group. The woman Celeste had endeavored to expel was now entrenched within the company’s ranks, a disconcerting departure from her intentions.

evidently made his decision—Millie would

her, easing into her

coffee she stirred, a deliberate

of being

glance flickered to Millie’s employee badge on her chest. The emblem was an aspiration for many—a

my place based

gaze, a frigid blade, met Millie’s as she

imprint of Marcus. Your high scores

though Millie remained unperturbed, her voice

I advise

conviction was unwavering, a resolute gaze much like that which defied the prospect of divorce before—a sight that fanned Celeste’s simmering