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.

Celeste had endeavored to expel was now entrenched

had evidently made

addressed her, easing into

remained fixed on the coffee she stirred, a

of being a part

flickered to Millie’s employee badge on her chest. The emblem was an

based on merit,”

met Millie’s as she

the so-called evaluation process bears the imprint of Marcus. Your high scores and subsequent admission to the Thomas

though

may harbor doubts, but I advise you to place your

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