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“Try not to stress over it. Maybe Ethan’s rtionship with Gracie is more like what we have—business partners, confidants, and cofounders. You and I are also very close, right?” Thiago leaned back in his seat, attempting tofort Brenna.
A resigned smile flickered across Brenna’s lips. “Funny how you question him and then defend him in the same breath.”
Still, just hearing Thiago’s words helped Brenna regain some perspective, the tension in her chest beginning to ease.
She said, “You make a good point. Letting my imagination run wild won’t help. I trust Ethan. If he still had feelings for Gracie, he wouldn’t be with me now.”
With a shrug, Thiago exined, “I’m not taking his side, just telling the truth. Still, I’ll have someone keep tabs on him, just in case.”
Warmth spread through Brenna at his words. Thiago always seemed to know exactly what she needed.
Nearby, the sound of another group’s chatter caught Brenna’s attention. Three women and a man sat huddled around a table nearby.
“I don’t get it. The CEO reserves the entire 99th floor for himself. Not even the vice presidents set foot up there. So why does the new founder suddenly have an office on that floor?”
“Milton told me the new founder is both a beauty and the heir to Norview’s biggest financial empire. Her status is different.”
“Really? If that’s the case, I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Mitchell’s rtionship with Ms. Harper changes.”
“I think you’re right.”
The man in the group shed his phone, photos lighting up the screen. “You have to see these—she really is gorgeous!”
Brenna turned just in time to catch a glimpse of a striking woman in the photo. Curiosity piqued, she pulled out her phone and searched for information about Gracie.
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Gracie’s resume was impressive; she earned a master’s degree from a prestigious university at twenty, held senior management positions in her family business, and had shown outstanding performance in thepany.
“She’s a force to be reckoned with,” Thiago remarked.
Any trace of a smile faded from Brenna’s face. “Her achievements are exceptional. Even mine can’tpare to that.”
The silence from Ethan stretched into a second day, but Brenna refused to dwell on it. After all, going three or even five days without talking wasn’t so unusual for them. She saw no reason to worry about it.
That afternoon, Brenna found herself surrounded by a sea of people, all waiting for the elevator as the building emptied for the day. When the elevator arrived, people rushed in. The space was packed. Brenna hesitated but decided to step inside.
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