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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make sure I don't have to work overtime." Mandy, slightly puzzled,

Corp and agreed with Mandy to start the next day.

was sick. She peeled an apple for her before driving a second-hand car, just

had requested, as it was low-key and

injuries that night. While the initial impact wasn't critical, the repeated assaults by

Frey was quite familiar with due to her

inpatient department, Frey

hard in the face. Her vision blurred and her ears rang. "Why won't you just die? Why do you keep

attacked Frey, dragging her to the ground

"What's going on?"

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