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    Rex was at a loss regarding how to handle Minna.


    There was no way she could manage significant tasks like overseeing project proposals—not without causing a catastrophe.


    As Ethan left, a cloud of displeasure in his wake, Rex quietly pulled Neville to one side.


    “What’s the n for Minna? She’s not cutting it in any role,” Rex said, frustration etching his voice.


    Neville, who had also grown increasingly exasperated because of Minna, responded, “The Mitchell Group isn’t going broke. We can afford an idler in thepany. Maybe just let her do the cleaning or something.”


    Rex paused, wrestling with the dilemma. “But Minna was a direct rmendation from Mr. Mitchell’s mother. Doesn’t it seem a bit inappropriate to relegate her to cleaning duties?”


    Neville was blunt. “If your goal is to have her offend more clients and botchrger projects, then by all means, let her continue serving coffee.”


    Rex’s heart sank; it was like he was holding a ticking bomb now.


    Neville added dryly, “Isn’t it obvious that Mr. Mitchell dislikes Minna?”


    Rex gave a quick nod; he’d seen it too, no question about it.


    The realization hit him squarely.


    After dismissing Neville, Rex marched determinedly back into the bustling secretarial department. Standing before everyone, he sharply reprimanded Minna, stripping her of her coffee duties.


    “What should I be doing now?” Minna’s voice cracked slightly, caught off guard by the public chastisement on her first day here. She felt deeply embarrassed, believing Rex was disregarding Elsa’s influence, to whom she had already voiced her grievances earlier that day. But she couldn’tin to Elsa again. If she did, she’d only confirm her ownck ofpetence.


    Rex barely acknowledged herint. He quickly delegated the coffee duties back to ni and departed to address his own tasks. Beneath her breath, Minna grumbled at Rex’s departing back, “At least assign me some work!”


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    Not long after Ethan and Brenna had exited the Mitchell Group premises, Brenna’s phone rang. Shepard was on the line, urgently requesting her presence at home for a crucial discussion.


    Upon her arrival, Brenna noticed that Ableson and his family were also there. Everyone gathered around a dinner tablevishly set with a variety of sumptuous dishes.


    Ernst weed Ethan with open arms. “Perfect timing. Join us. We were just about to delve into the matter of the Harper Group’s shares.” Ethan greeted each member of the Harper family before sitting down. The dining table, typically upied by just a few, was bustling with guests today.


    Ernst took the initiative to fill everyone’s sses with red wine. He lifted his ss, eyes sparkling with gratitude, and said, “The rebound in the Harper Group’s stock today is solely due to Brenna and Ethan’s efforts. Justst night, I was scrambling to secure emergency funds from my banking contacts. They warned me the amount I sought was astronomical; approval, if granted, would take at least two weeks. By then, it would’ve been far toote.” As his words hung in the air, all eyes shifted to Brenna and Ethan, who were met with a round of appreciative toasts.


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