ed through the turnstiles of the Logan
er with polite nods, suddenly found the fl
ped into the elevator and hit
m the finance department squeezed in. They we
st love is in the building t
s got a tiny baby bump. Mr. Logan is
eyes locked on her phone screen, but her grip
en kept
s in the marketing department? The one
orce papers are already signed.
or chimed.
a mask of absolute indifference, a
hands over their mouths as
sual hum of ringing phones and chatter died th
urning into her back. She walked straight to
ll, locked it, and leaned her head against the cool me
r swung open. The sharp clack of
nized the voice of Trina Dempsey, her subord
ce today," Trina sneered, the sound of a li
hat Ms. Alyce is here, Charlie's titl
If she hadn't gotten lucky and saved the old chairman's life, sh
that Marketing Directo
d up all her client files to my personal drive. Whe
l, Charlie's ey
hed, replaced by a c
ut and unlock
t slammed against the divid
ng as the lipstick tumbled from Trin
osture was perfectly straight, h
and began washing her hands. She stared at Tri
ran. Nobod
he dispenser, dried her hands metic
curved the corn
rlie's voice was low, but it carried the weight of an ex
ce. She stumbled backward, her mouth
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