Jerome turned and said, "Come on in."

Lizetta watched his retreating back, pursed her lips, and reluctantly followed him inside.

"Have a seat," Jerome gestured towards the sofa in the sitting area.

Lizetta walked over and sat down, noticing Jerome moving to his desk to pick up the phone.

He instructed his secretary, "Bring in a glass of warm milk, please."

Lizetta was startled and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No need, I'm just here to say a few words."

She feared that once she spoke up, the milk might end up being thrown in her face.

"Didn't you just finish rehearsal? Have some to replenish your energy. I wouldn't want anyone accusing me of mistreating a pregnant woman."

Indeed, Lizetta had just finished rehearsal and hadn't even had a chance to drink water.

Given Jerome's words, she didn't protest further; instead, she thanked him, and waited for the secretary to bring in the milk.

and practically downed it in one

the glass, she looked at Jerome, who was sitting

"Mr. Madden."

added

someone use milk to summon courage. Here,

a napkin and pointing to the

a bit embarrassed, Lizetta quickly took the napkin and wiped her mouth, before she crumpled it in

heard Jerome ask, "Is it what you want to discuss that's stressing you out,

a sigh and

you're a very approachable and kind boss. I'm truly sorry, but after this performance, I might not be able to stay with the

bowing deeply to Jerome to express

anger, given that the dance company had hired top dancers for this performance and had invested heavily in

success.

this opportunity when she joined, and now she was talking about leaving just

to be furious, but he remained calm, even

the

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