The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

After spending several days at home, resting and keeping Lysander company, Thalassa had settled into a comforting routine. This morning, just as she finished her breakfast, her phone buzzed with a call from Donovan, the jovial manager at the jewelry design firm where she worked.

Curiosity piqued, Thalassa answered the call, wondering what could have prompted Donovan to reach out suddenly.

Donovan's cheerful voice filled the line, "Thalassa, you're officially part of our team, remember? You've got a contract and all. We've missed your spark around here. When can we expect you back?"

Thalassa paused, the reminder jolting her back to reality. She had been on leave for so long, recuperating from a car accident, that her job had nearly slipped her mind.

Donovan was right; she was still employed by the firm, bound by a contract she had willingly signed. "Oh, I'll head over soon," Thalassa replied, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I thought the silence meant you'd let me go," she added, half-jokingly.

Donovan laughed off her concern, "Oh, come on, we're not that heartless. We value our team. As long as you don't quit, you're one of us."

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