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    Brenna didn’t even bother walking them out.


    From the stairs, Giselle descended slowly, her face tight with irritation. She had been lurking on thending long enough to hear everything, and her patience had worn thin. If Brenna hadn’t tolerated Ruby and Isabe, she would’ve tossed them out herself.


    “What did they want?” she asked.


    “Trying to pitch a project,” Brenna replied, taking a slow sip of her lemon water before rising, handbag in hand. She headed upstairs with…


    Still seething, Giselle said, “Ruby has the audacity to talk to you like you two are close? Did she forget the way she treated you back then?”


    Brenna let out a quiet, amusedugh. “That’s exactly why I turned them down. If they want me on board, they need to y by my rules. I’m not that timid little girl anymore.”


    That was when Giselle’s lips finally curved in a smile. “Exactly. How are things between you and Ethan? Is there anyone trying to stir up trouble for you?”


    She studied Brenna’s face carefully. Word had already reached her about Elsa choosing a date for Ethan, and she couldn’t help but worry.


    “No,” Brenna replied. Her expression stayed calm, untouched by gossip or games. She hadn’t been rattled by Elsa’s maneuver, but since Giselle had asked, she didn’t hold back—she told her everything, even showing her the chat history between Ethan and her.


    Giselle grinned and gave her a proud thumbs-up. “That’s my girl. Now, I won’t worry that someone will dare push you around.”


    She gave a teasing hum. “I was actually thinking of introducing you to a few promising bachelors myself. Just to remind Elsa that you are not exactlycking admirers.”


    On Friday morning, as Brenna settled into her office, Greta entered to report something to her.


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    “Brenna, the Mitchell Group’s HR team has scheduled the new financial analysts to start today. Your requested assistant is also on board.”


    Greta had been temporarily stepping in as Brenna’s assistant for the past few days.


    Thepany had recruited thirty-seven financial analysts, fourteen of whom had five years of expertise. Brenna had secured them with an attractive package—a base sry of two million dors annually, plusmissions and year-end bonuses, ensuring a minimum ie of five million dors a year.


    These terms were more than twice as generous as otherpanies’, making the offer nearly impossible to refuse.


    The Mitchell Group’s HR manager had even poached a few top talents from rival firms.


    The newly hired graduates also held master’s degrees.


    Brenna made her way to the 57th floor to greet the new employees. After giving a concise yet motivating speech, she handed task assignments over to Tommy.


    The new assistant, Lorna Turner, was a university graduate with striking beauty and natural charisma. She stood tall, exuding confidence. She was skilled at preparing coffee, tea, and various drinks. Her driving skills were good, and she had impressive knowledge of the local dining scene. She knew which spots served the best dishes or provided unique experiences.


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