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.”

right. She likely believes we’re unworthy of sharing office space with her. A client berates her, and she still has the audacity to wander. Were I in her shoes, I’d be racing to

rubbed her temples, her gaze

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 culprit even lacks any

she found it

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

office occupants exchanged

poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to her now-empty cup. She moved toward the tea room to refill

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

competence truly coursed through your veins, why linger

sachet, and approached Millie’s workstation, feigning an inspection

she surreptitiously deposited the

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