Once Marcus’ mind was set, Celeste realized she couldn’t sway him.

Meanwhile, Millie returned to the company and settled into her seat. Soon, a murmur reached her ears.

“Isn’t it against the rules to leave during work hours? Even if one does, they’re expected to inform the team leader.”

Millie directed her gaze toward the individual conversing with Emerie.

Emerie’s retort dripped with venom.

“Indeed, in her eyes, I hold no status as a team leader. She’s free to come and go as she pleases, answerable to no one. Endowed with the prestigious title of the president’s wife, she could slumber at her desk, and we’d still be powerless.”

likely believes we’re unworthy of sharing office space with her. A client berates her, and she still has the audacity to

temples,

of course I’m aware. Yet, I’m not officially assigned to any team. Who can validate that I belong to

her abrupt departure, she

prompting her to rise abruptly, yet she curbed her impulse to confront

office

to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to

Millie stepped out, Emerie’s countenance darkened, her palm

smiles upon you for marrying the CEO. If competence truly coursed through your veins, why linger in the design department? You’d

and approached Millie’s

deposited the sachet

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