Chapter 21

The Carmichael Group's conference room was shrouded in tense silence.

All the senior executives fixed their eyes on Raymond, who sat at the head of the table reviewing the proposal. No one even dared to breathe too loudly, each one secretly wishing they could crawl under the table and vanish-anything to avoid being the first in line for criticism.

For them, every meeting felt like a grueling ordeal.

After a long, uneasy pause, Raymond finally spoke. "Not bad."

At once, beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the department heads.

A few began to whisper nervously to each other.

"Did I hear that right? Did President Carmichael have too much to drink last night?"

"Did he just say 'not bad'?"

One executive wiped his brow, his anxiety deepening. "You don't get it. This is just the calm before the storm. Ever heard of 'the higher the praise, the harder the fall'? Brace yourself-he's about to tear our proposal to shreds."

Oblivious to the collective anxiety tightening in the room, Raymond glanced around, lowering his voice. "Well? Why are you still sitting here?"

"All proposals are approved. Meeting adjourned."

out, leaving a roomful of stunned executives

"God, am I dreaming?"

President Carmichael? Did

everything? Pinch me, would you, Steve-I think

he's turned over a new leaf, or someone's

found Citrine, headphones on, gaming

couldn't help

five

of high heels echoed

notice until the newcomer yanked her power cable out. She pulled off her headphones, fixing her gaze

in an immaculate white dress, her black hair cascading over her shoulders.

doing?" Citrine's good mood soured instantly, her expression

could sense the woman's hostility as clearly as a slap, and saw no reason

flaw and finding none. The girl was

your relationship with President Carmichael?"

an innocent little

arched a brow, her eyes sparkling with

Valerie wanted answers, she'd

moment, Valerie was

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