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    Then came the crisp rhythm of heels against polished marble.


    Theughter died instantly. Phones vanished into drawers and pockets. All heads turned toward the sound. Their eyes widened.


    Sadie?


    Why was she here?


    Ever since her business trip to Beversea, ine had been handling operations.


    She hadn’t been seen at the office in weeks.


    And word around the office was—Noah was back.


    Were things about to shift?


    Sadie didn’t spare them a nce. Her expression remained unreadable as she moved past them.


    She headed straight for the executive elevator—the one reserved for the CEO.


    The doors slid open. The executive floor was unusually quiet.


    She hadn’t reached the office yet when she heard a furious voice.


    Tina. “What are you thinking? Ms. Hudson’s only been away for some days and you’ve already cked off? Look at this desk! Look at this floor! These documents—are you even aware of the dust buildup?”


    Sadie slowed her pace.


    At the corner, she turned and saw Tina standing in front of the CEO’s office, arms crossed, her tone fierce. She was scolding several employees, but they didn’t look particrly bothered.


    One young man, dressed in trendy office wear, leaned casually against a filing cab. A smirk yed at the corner of his mouth.


    “Miss Delgado, don’t you think you’re putting too much faith in Ms. Hudson?” His tone wasn’t loud, but it dripped with provocation. “Everyone knows Mr. Wall is back.”


    As for her? “She’ll probably step down soon. So what’s the point of acting all high and mighty?”


    “Exactly!” a female employee chimed in. “We’ve worked nonstop. Don’t we deserve a break?”


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    The rest exchanged smug nces, wearing their entitlement like armor.


    Tina’s face turned bright red. Her chest rose and fell with fury. “You all—” She didn’t get to finish.


    A voice came from behind them, sharp and clear, with a faint trace of icy sarcasm.


    “Even if I were to step down…”


    The group hadn’t noticed the figure in the doorway. Not until it was toote. The room fell still. Expressions that had once brimmed with arrogance turned to stone.


    One by one, they turned. And froze.


    Sadie stood there, her gaze steady and unreadable—but it held a cold edge sharp enough to cut through every inch of false confidence in the room.


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