“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.

the bond between Millie and

delving into

“Rosie, are you suggesting…?”

and skepticism. No matter how strong a rapport seems,

as Millie, infidelity

had a premonition of where Rosie’s

In the company all women’s eyes are on

Emerie retorted.

certainty. “Believe me, there’s no man impervious

implying you’ll personally

Rosie’s figure—a woman who put effort into preserving her appearance, but she couldn’t compare those

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