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.”

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

temples, her gaze turning

to group three? Furthermore, everyone is cognizant of the

of her abrupt departure, she

her to rise abruptly, yet she curbed

office

detached expression, Millie grasped the pen, poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to her now-empty cup. She moved toward the tea

stepped out, Emerie’s countenance darkened, her palm smacking the table’s

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

approached

surreptitiously deposited the

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