Within the precincts of the Thomas Group, Millie’s path converged with Nancy’s, or more aptly, Nancy had orchestrated this encounter.

As Millie closed the gap, Nancy stood, a mysterious smile adorning her visage.

“Good morning, Millie.”

With this salutation, Nancy pivoted, striding into the Thomas Group with an air of delight.

Observing Nancy’s retreating form, Millie furrowed her brows, perplexed by the enigma that was Nancy’s demeanor.

Upon reaching her desk, Millie’s attention was commandeered by an email.

“In accordance with the client’s request, the wedding jewelry will be designed individually by Nancy and Millie. The client shall then select the superior design. We anticipate exceptional creations that underscore our company’s prowess.”

“Is this a contest?”

substantial importance on

is on the horizon.

the chief designer of Thomas Group versus the former chief

triumph do

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

has my wager. Since her recovery, her odds have swelled.

before the juggernaut

stakes lie with Millie. Frankly, I admired

Jewelry.”

wafted through the design

the email. Simultaneously, a message from Mrs. Fairclough

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