“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.

Millie and Marcus, everything

incredulity soared. Was Rosie delving into the

“Rosie, are you suggesting…?”

women, by intuition and skepticism. No matter

someone as arrogant as Millie, infidelity is an inconceivable

a premonition of where Rosie’s scheme was

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

Emerie retorted.

me, there’s no man impervious to the

you implying you’ll

effort into preserving her appearance,

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