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    However, after her own trials, Minna began to recognize that the job might holdplexities she had initially dismissed.


    With rigid posture, Minna inquired, “ni, which coffee blend does Mr. Mitchell prefer?”


    ni maintained herposure, unaffected by Minna’s arrogant demeanor. She replied, “He prefers the Heteron blend.”


    Her response was concise, sticking strictly to the query posed, nothing more.


    After receiving her sinct answer, Minna offered a terse “Thanks” before turning away.


    From the side, Zaylee leaned in close, shing ni a covert thumbs-up. “Keep it to yourself about the precise number of beans, the exact grind time, and the fact that Mr. Mitchell usually goes for atte. Oh, and definitely skip mentioning how sweet he takes it,” she whispered.


    ni’s smile was subtle yet knowing. “Of course.”


    As Minna walked away, Zaylee barely contained her amusement. “Earlier, she served Mr. Mitchell’s and Miss Harper’s drinks in paper cups. Does she think the Mitchell Group is on the verge of bankruptcy or something?”


    The secretarial staff shared a quiet chuckle among themselves. Meanwhile, Minna, clearly frustrated, spent an inordinate amount of time in the pantry before triumphantly presenting two freshly brewed cups of coffee in Ethan’s office. Her posture was stiff, and her expression aloof as she set the cups down before Ethan and Brenna.


    Ethan barely nced at his cup before a frown marred his features. “I only drinkttes,” he stated icily. “You should be aware of that.”


    Minna’s patience snapped. “What does it matter? Coffee is coffee! And what on earth is atte supposed to be?”


    “Take these away,” Ethanmanded, his tone slicing through the air. He was visibly annoyed now. Brenna had been seated here for nearly an hour yet hadn’t been served anything resembling a decent beverage. His reputation for hospitality was at stake.


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    Catching Brenna’s gaze, Minna noticed her slight head shake and the dismissive shrug of her shoulders, signaling her disdain.


    “You really should acquaint yourself with how the affluent live,” Brenna said, a hint of mockery in her tone. “It might just elevate your service skills.”


    “Keep your advice to yourself!” Minna retorted, her anger ring against Brenna’s smug demeanor.


    Brenna left the Mitchell Group without even having a drop of coffee. Ethan, too, decided to wrap up his day; he and Brenna left to enjoy dinner.


    Just before leaving thepany, Ethan called Rex over. “Rex, how did you manage things today? Brenna was here for a full two hours and didn’t even get a ss of decent coffee. Your performance is declining. If you’re not up to the task, I’ll find someone who is.”


    Ethan chose not to confront Minna directly, cing the me squarely on Rex for allowing her to dampen his spirits.


    Rex, disheartened yet unable to retort, ran his fingers through his hair and promptly acknowledged his oversight. “Understood, Mr. Mitchell. It won’t happen again.”


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