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.”

of sharing office space with her. A client berates her, and she still has the audacity

temples,

aware. Yet, I’m not officially assigned to any team. Who can validate that I belong to group three? Furthermore, everyone is cognizant of the reason why the client was angry. The

she

yet she curbed her impulse to confront

office

a detached expression, Millie grasped the pen, poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to her

Emerie’s countenance darkened, her palm smacking the table’s surface

If competence truly coursed through your veins, why linger in the design department?

a sachet, and approached Millie’s

deposited

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