When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Joe responded, “Alright! I’ll go-”

“Never mind,” Hansel cut him off. “I’ll go myself.”

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Miranda stood by Joe’s desk, not far from the panoramic floor–to–ceiling windows. She walked over to the window, standing still as she looked down at the bustling traffic below.

In front of her was a lively commercial street flanked by high–end office buildings. Further in the distance, there was the view of the river.

It was truly a prime location where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

Back when the company was first starting out, they had no money, no connections, and their office was a modest two–bedroom apartment above the basement where they rented. It was simple, but at least it had windows and a small kitchen.

The startup was small, consisting of Hansel and just five other employees, all of whom were tech workers. As for positions like receptionist, accountant, cashier, finance officer, or human resources- those were out of the question. They simply couldn’t afford to hire anyone.

So what did they do?

Miranda took it all on herself.

Every day, she ran

the stairs, handling tasks. If she needed to go out, she’d take the bus instead of a cab. To save on meal costs, she’d

were tough, but her

pitied her for giving up her combined Master’s and Doctorate program, so she

she had a reliable partner and a flourishing business. She envisioned a future with

mention, Hansel had been incredibly driven

earlier than the roosters and going to bed later than everyone else. Even on his

could sense any shift in her emotions, good or bad,

the business, when the company entered a rapid

modest apartment to a small, three–story house in the suburbs. Within half a year, they upgraded again to an

entered the public market, they relocated to the

were in now.

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Chapter 0529

Miranda rarely visited

way. He felt she got

lunch? Why? There’s a cafeteria. And

that free time, why not go shopping? Buy yourself some bags or jewelry. Or meet up with Mrs. Jacobson or Ms. Leigh for afternoon tea, chat, and maybe do some flower arranging?” Miranda had stood there in shock, unable to respond for a long time. It was the first time she realized that the role