Chapter 171

When Nash first heard Violet's voice as they worked, he found himself completely captivated-utterly entranced, even.

Men like them had met their share of impressive women. As senior managers, they attended plenty of business functions, brushing shoulders with powerful, beautiful women who made their mark in the corporate world.

But someone like Ms. Marchand? She was in a league of her own.

Watching her-so focused, yet gentle-Nash felt his heart skip a beat. George, standing nearby, couldn't help but tease him.

"Who wouldn't feel that way? Still, guys like us can't even dream about it. Mr. Langford's always at Ms. Marchand's side, watching her like a hawk. Forget about managers like you or me-even those rich kids from high society wouldn't get close to her."

With that, George shattered Nash's daydream.

"Some things are just too far out of reach. Not even worth dreaming about."

As Violet climbed into the car, she brushed past Victoria.

"Don't go playing hero when you don't know what you're doing," she said quietly. "When you've got people in the car, guessing isn't good enough. If something goes wrong, who's going to take responsibility?"

With that, Violet followed McNeil back into the RV.

trailed behind,

That was close-

the car, found nothing

up the mountain had felt endless, but the three hours down seemed to

instructing him to take the vehicle to the shop for a thorough check- just in

to head back to

sharp and cold. "I didn't realize

Violet into another car, driving

was back at her own desk at Quantum Core Technologies that she realized

kitchenette, carrying

That's just how the workplace is. You're better than them, and it

think Violet Marchand was going to bother fixing the car. At the holiday party she was handing out racecar tickets, telling

paused to take a sip,

stared at

"Huh?"

was still holding her own

in, lowering her voice.

Victoria stayed silent.

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