The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Mandy asked everyone to leave, wanting to speak with Frey alone. She then announced that Frey would be taking charge of the design department at Andala Corp from now on.

Once the office was empty, Mandy nearly leaped from her seat, locked the door, and approached Frey with exaggerated humility.

"Ms. Frey, are you satisfied with the terms we discussed?"

"If not, we can always renegotiate! After all, it's your money we're talking about, right?"

"Oh, and let me help you with transportation. Do you need a driver? Have you found an apartment? I can help with that as well..."

Mandy's constant chatter amused Frey.

Frey considered for a moment. "I've already found an apartment myself. As for my car, just find a modest one for me, something around a hundred thousand dollars. It shouldn't be too flashy. It needs to match the status of a chief designer without drawing too much attention."

"I can drive myself, so no need for a driver at the moment. And please, don't treat me like your boss. You're doing a great job."

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will your working hours

the regular schedule, clock in and out, and keep normal weekends. Just make sure I don't have to work overtime." Mandy, slightly puzzled, wondered about the overtime comment. If she worked overtime, shouldn't she still work

Corp and agreed with Mandy to start

visited Peyton, who was sick. She peeled an apple for

exactly what she had requested, as it was

that night. While the initial

Frey was

inpatient department,

neared the ward, someone suddenly grabbed her hair. Taken by surprise, she barely had time to react before being struck hard in the face. Her vision blurred and her ears rang. "Why won't you just die? Why do you keep causing my

furious, attacked Frey, dragging her to the ground and kicking her in

"What's going on?"

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