The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

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Brenna raised her head and nodded. “Perfect. Thanks. Just leave them here. Go and get to work. We’ll need everything ready by this afternoon. And we can start working here officially.”

Joe lit up with a grin and exchanged a look with Tommy. “Think we should celebrate the big move a little?” he asked.

Tommy nodded right away, clearly all for it. “Totally, Brenna! We’ve come a long way—from that cramped studio to a proper office. We’ve got to celebrate.”

After thinking it over for a beat, Brenna gave a small nod. “You’re right. Go ahead and plan something. I’ll take care of the cost.”

The idea had already been tossed around between Joe and Tommy on the way here. Both had agreed that this was a moment worth celebrating. Seven years had gone by since the team had first come together, and this move marked a serious upgrade. It wasn’t just a change of address; it felt like a turning point. From now on, they figured the name should reflect that. They would tell everyone they were working for a company instead of a studio.

“In that case, we’re going all out. None of that budget snack stuff. Let’s get the good things,” Joe said.

team’s been grinding hard—late nights, back-to-back deadlines. Brenna, what do you think about treating everyone to a

much of the office move earlier. But

Don’t worry about the

offices. Their offices weren’t as large as Brenna’s or Thiago’s—only about half the size—but they still felt spacious. At fifty square meters, they matched the kind of offices given to executives at

a bit late, the smile never leaving her face. She hadn’t even been with the team for two full months, and now the company had moved to the famous

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should invite Mr. Mitchell to dinner tonight? We are using his building, after all. It

in an accident, so he is at the hospital now,” Brenna said calmly. She didn’t overthink the situation, nor did she see Greta as a potential rival in love. To her, Greta was merely a young woman fresh from

couldn’t help but think that Greta’s suggestion made sense. “I’ll give

pastries and cakes on the table and, noticing Greta was about to head out, asked her to summon the cleaning

turned around, catching sight of a few cleaners heading toward the