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.

Thomas Group. The woman Celeste had endeavored to expel was now entrenched within the company’s ranks, a disconcerting departure

made

addressed her, easing into her

gaze remained fixed on the coffee she stirred, a deliberate avoidance

being a part of the Thomas

on her chest. The emblem was an aspiration for many—a ticket pursued

my place based on merit,”

a frigid blade, met Millie’s as she lifted her

evaluation process bears the imprint of Marcus. Your high scores and

Celeste’s cheeks crimson, though

I advise you to place your trust in

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