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Only the living room and bedroom walls needed fresh paint, and the workers promised to finish in three days. All the new materials were eco-friendly, ensuring the space would be ready as soon as the paint dried.
Back in his early business struggles, Gracie’s support had been invaluable. She had brought in vital investors and guided him through rough patches. Now, as she wasing for her own ambitions, Ethan felt it was only right to give her a warm wee. Gazing out over the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows, he spoke softly into the phone, “I’m not home right now. I won’t be able to drive you to thepany.”
Not a flicker of disappointment crossed Brenna’s face. She didn’t press him for an exnation. After all, even though Ethan lived in the same neighborhood, they didn’t oftenmute together.
Most mornings, Brenna would make her way to the Mitchell Group on her own, as Ethan’s work often took him to branch offices or out of town.
Brenna didn’t overthink it and simply assumed Ethan was busy. “That’s fine. I’ll drive myself,” she said, her voice calm and clear. As soon as the call ended, she went to the garage, slid into her car, and drove to work.
By the time she reached the Mitchell Group building, the clock had passed nine. Morning traffic had thinned, yet the lobby remained lively. People in crisp suits bustled through the doors, some toting boxes, while others teamed up to load packages into the waiting elevators. “Let’s make sure nothing gets scratched,” cautioned one man in a navy suit, steadying a box as he followed a colleague inside.
The stream of workers continued, each carrying something new. Brenna spotted stacks of office supplies among the deliveries. The sight made her wonder—was someone joining the upper ranks of the Mitchell Group?
Brenna wasn’t sure what was going on. She simply stood quietly, watching the flurry of activity.
Therge elevator quickly filled up with people carrying items. Seeing that it was crowded, Brenna decided to take a different elevator.
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When she reached her office, she found Lorna already finished with the morning tidying-up, carrying a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, Ms. Harper,” said Lorna, setting the cup gently on the desk. She gestured toward the nearby coffee table as she exined, “I went ahead and opened yourtest packages.”
Brenna’s eyesnded on the packages—gifts from business partners: delicacies from distant cities, fancy ornaments, bottles of perfume, and a few samples of new products.
“Alright, I see,” Brenna said. Usually, she checked each item herself, handing off snacks to the staff, keeping anything pretty for her office, and sending the rest down to storage. Lorna nodded and left.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Thiago entered, carrying a sleek ck folder. He imed a seat across from her, then handed over the folder. “There’s a property out in the western suburbs. Seems like a great spot for an officeplex. The location is convenient for both of us. Take a look.”
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