Chapter 130 <fnf909> Th?s chapter is updated by find{n}ovel</fnf909>
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Leon was about to storm out, but a few people blocked his way, their tone crisp and no–nonsense. “Even if you’re going to see Mr. Sinir, please remember to take your stuff with you. Ms. Grant is in a hurry to take over this office.”
Leon shot Ynda a venomous re.
Ynda smiled and waved at the four workers she’d brought with her. “Alright, no one’s in your way now. Let’s get this office fixed up.”
Leon was shaking all over with anger, his teeth clenched so hard it was audible. “Ynda, did you hire a bunch of people to pretend they’re from Sinir Group? Do you have any idea what you’re messing with? You’re headed for jail! Just watch!”
He kept cursing under his breath as he went back to pack up everything on his desk.
“Just you damn well wait! I’m heading straight to Sinir Group to give Mr. Sinir a piece of my mind!”
He stormed out, fuming.
Everyone knew he was off to rat to Mr. Sinir himself.
The crowd kept their eyes on Ynda, wondering just what kind of chaos she was about to unleash.
Ynda gave a casual nod to the Sinir Group guys. “Alright, thanks foring over.”
They politely held the door open for her as she stepped into the office. “Ms. Grant, we’ll be heading out now.”
Ynda just gave a quick acknowledgment and went right back to bossing around the workers she’d brought, getting the office renovated.
Meanwhile, the top floor was already in an uproar over what happened.
In a nearby office, two men huddled together, both wearing mocking grins.
“Let Leon cause a scene first. Maybe that woman’s just bluffing.”
“Whatever happens, Leon’s totally embarrassed himself this time. That damn woman actually pulled it off.”
They didn’t bother hiding their contempt for Ynda as they spoke.
Mary’s office door burst open with a bang and in came the girl who’de begging for help earlier.
The girl, barely into her twenties, was red–faced and out of breath. “Ms. Hall, something major just went down!”
Mary rolled her eyes, thinking it was probably another disaster cooked up by those higher–ups. After all, they’d nearly caused a deadly mess before. She snorted, “I’m outta here tomorrow anyway–your messes aren’t my problem now.”
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“No. Ms. Hall, it’s about the new Ms. Grant! She brought over some Sinir Group supervisors and fired Leon! She even snatched Leon’s office–he’s so mad he’s headed straight to Sinir Group toints
The girl was panting from her mad dash; she’d witnessed it all at the doorway<i>, </i>and had rushed over to fill Mary in.
Mary parted her lips to speak, but it took several seconds before the tension finally left her body.
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The girl was clearly worked up, pacing restlessly in front of Mary’s desk. “Those supervisors were downright respectful toward the new CEO–I’ve never seen that before! Ms. Hall, do you think this means we’re finally getting saved? Maybe you won’t have to leave after all?”
Her eyes were shining with hope, but because she wanted it so badly, they were turning red, and tears threatened to spill at any second.
Of course Mary was moved, but she forced herself to remember: don’t expect too much.
After all these years swinging between hope and disappointment, she felt almost numb–like a shell of her former self.
Mary didn’t say a word, her heart thumping faster–it was true, Ynda was nothing like anyone they’d had before.
“Let’s just watch how things y out. Dry your tears,” Mary said.
The girl nodded, hastily brushing away her tears. “Yeah, let’s just see what happens. Leon’s already gone to the Sinir Group.”
Mary couldn’t stay in her seat any longer. She’d always been the kind who kept her cool, but now, she genuinely couldn’t help herself—she had to get upstairs and see for herself.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than her feet were already carrying her up.
When she arrived, the top floor was buzzing with people. Everyone found an excuse to stroll past Ynda’s office, craning their necks to get a glimpse of what was happening inside.
Mary took a deep breath and stood at the doorway.
She could hear Ynda giving orders inside. “Rece these chairs and desks–I don’t use anything that’s already been handled by someone else.”
“Got it, Ms. Grant,” came the reply.
“And let’s put a money tree here for good fortune.”
“Sure thing.”
Ynda was busy instructing the staff, but when she caught someone watching from the doorway, she turned to look.
Mary had only meant to sneak a quick look, but once she was spotted she froze, not sure what to say. After a
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beat, she mumbled, “I’ve got a prosperity bowl sitting on my desk–supposed to bring luck. It’s really cheap. Want me to get one for you?”
A small gift like that–if you acted coy or tried to refuse, it’d just seem weird.
Ynda shed a smile. “Sounds great, thanks, Ms. Hall*
Mary was genuinely surprised that Ynda even knew her name.
In that instant, it all clicked–Ynda must’ve memorized everything about Starlight before <bing </b><b>in</b><b>. </b>Otherwise, how else could she go straight for Leon, the one who pulled all the strings? This was definitely on purpose, a shot across the bow for everyone. Just a shame those other big shots were <b>still </b>busy congratting themselves, totally oblivious.
It’s the little things that reveal whether someone actually cares.
Mary felt herself rx a bit more, though for reasons she couldn’t fully exin, her eyes prickled with an oing burn. Not wanting Ynda to notice her emotions, she spun around quickly<b>. </b><b>“</b>I’ll bring it up to you when the delivery arrives,” she said, trying to keep herposure.
She’d been getting stomped on at Starlight for thirteen years, fighting her way through endless crap just to hold onto her spot. All her time–gone, sacrificed on the altar of work; her kids barely knew her, and she couldn’t me them.
Family? Out the window. Work? Just one grind after another. Nobody had a clue about all the crap she’d had to swallow.
Mary was a rock. She never let anyone see her weak side.
She bolted for the break room, only daring to wipe her tears once she was sure nobody else was around.
Just then, the young girl’s voice cut through the silence. “Ms. Hall, are you crying?”
Mary was thirty–nine. She straightened her back immediately. “No, just got something in my eye.”
The girl wordlessly handed her a ss of water.
Mary took the ss, her face stern. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your posture ss today? You better get going.”
The girl pouted and grumbled, “That male teacher always gets handsy whenever he’s fixing our posture. It’s so gross.”
Mary just looked out the window at the sky, a hint of resignation in her gaze. “Just hold off for now.”
Maybe the true spring was finally about to begin.