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

competition is on the horizon.

the chief designer of Thomas Group versus the

triumph do you

A ‘s L I B R A R

wager. Since her recovery, her odds have

before the juggernaut of Thomas

Millie. Frankly, I admired her

Jewelry.”

through the design department,

Millie closed the email. Simultaneously, a message from Mrs. Fairclough

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