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    Kern nodded quickly. “Yes,” he said.


    Rachel remained silent, picking up the project proposal. Without a second nce, she walked toward the door, her steps resolute and unwavering. As she left the room, the group erupted in a flurry of panic, voices scrambling to stop her.


    “Ms. Marsh, please wait!” one of them called, but the urgency in their voices fell on deaf ears. Rachel’s pace didn’t falter; she didn’t even acknowledge their pleas.


    “Ms. Marsh, we were wrong. Please, show us some mercy!” someone else shouted, their words desperate, tinged with regret.


    Without turning her head, Rachel’s voice sliced through the tension, cold and unyielding. “Do not follow me.”


    Kern stood frozen, seething with fury that seemed to boil beneath the surface. He red at Leona, his wordsced with venom and frustration. “My career is ruined—are you satisfied now? Is this the oue you wanted?”


    The room fell into a heavy silence before the others began to speak, their voices dripping with disillusionment and anger.


    “Leona, we trusted you. We stood by your side, treating you like a friend, only to be dragged into this mess.”


    “Exactly,” another voice added, sharp with disbelief. “The White Group is not apany we can afford to antagonize, and you’ve put us all in a dangerous position.”


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    Leona felt the crushing weight of regret, her body trembling as the reality of her actions sank in. Unable to hold herself up, she copsed onto the floor, her hands pressed against her face as tears began to well up. “I’m so sorry. I’ve ruined everything. This is all my fault. I dragged all of you into this,” she whispered, her voice thick with remorse.


    “Don’t worry, I’ll go to Ms. Marsh and beg for her forgiveness. I’ll make sure you’re not involved in this mess.”


    Meanwhile, Rachel returned to the office. She quickly changed into a fresh outfit. Holding the project proposal in her hand, she walked purposefully toward Brenda’s office.


    Brenda looked up in mild surprise as Rachel entered. Before she could even form a greeting, Rachel ced the proposal on her desk with a quiet sense of finality. “I’m here to discuss the project,” she said calmly.


    “I truly appreciate your trust, but I must let you know I can’t continue with this project at this time. I would appreciate it if you could assign me a new one.”


    Brenda, clearly caught off guard, furrowed her brow. “What about this one?” she inquired, her voice tinged with confusion.


    Rachel’s response wasposed, her tone calm yet assertive. “You can either cancel it or assign it to someone else.”


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