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.

had found her way into the Thomas Group. The woman Celeste had endeavored to expel was now entrenched

made

addressed her, easing into her

the coffee she

of being a part of the Thomas

flickered to Millie’s employee badge on her chest. The emblem was an aspiration for many—a ticket pursued

my place based on merit,” Millie

Millie’s as she lifted her

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

crimson, though

doubts, but I advise you to

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