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 by the

gesture

G E L A ‘s L I B R A

“Thank you.”

lunchtime approached, Millie was the first to

procured sustenance, delivering it to Derek with a request

knuckles rapped the CEO’s office door, a bag clutched

it there.” Marcus responded, absorbed in his work, his

dishes on the table, then sorted through documents beside

this meal was procured

his head and looked at the dishes, with his

helplessly. Mr. Thomas was only

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