The notice’s origins were no mystery-Nancy had surreptitiously engaged with the Fairclough family, lobbying for her design rights ‘ reinstatement.

Close to noon, Millie ceased her work, embarking on a virtual quest for enticing eateries.

“Is your appetite stirred? I have some bread you can enjoy,” Dottie inquired in hushed tones, leaning closer.

Millie declined with a shake of her head, stating, “I’m merely perusing.”

Her search wasn’t for herself; it was a contemplation of Marcus ‘ erratic habits and to meals. The fare at eating propensity skip the Thomas Group was delectable yet insufficiently nutritious for a convalescent man.

Dottie deposited a slice of bread on Millie’s desk despite her protest.

“Kindly accept this. My support is unwavering in this competition,”

and trepidation towards Nancy-triggered

gesture with a soft

A ‘s

“Thank you.”

Millie was the first

the procured sustenance, delivering it to Derek with

rapped the CEO’s office door, a

absorbed in his work,

table, then sorted through

was procured

expected, Marcus immediately raised his head and looked at the dishes,

only interested in the meal

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