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Greta gave a thoughtful nod. “I understand.”
“Take your time to consider this,” Brenna said. “If you say yes, you’ll need to start the role next week.”
Back at her desk, Greta was greeted by a flurry of curious glances from her colleagues, eager to know what she had talked about with Brenna. She brushed them off with a casual smile. “Oh, it was nothing big—just a chat about the latest robotic arm orders.”
Her coworkers crowded closer, their curiosity bubbling over.
“I was half-expecting Ms. Harper to name you team leader,” one male colleague said, exhaling with visible relief.
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“You’ve got a real shot at it, Greta,” a female colleague said, her tone encouraging but tinged with skepticism.
Greta’s rapport with her coworkers was lukewarm at best. Her past attempts to win over Ethan were no secret, and the office gossip mill hadn’t been kind. Most assumed Brenna would never consider Greta for a team leader role, let alone the prestigious Regional General Manager position.
When Greta had been summoned earlier, hushed speculations had rippled through the office. But her breezy explanation upon returning calmed their nerves.
As Greta slipped away to the restroom, the male colleague leaned in, his voice low. “She offended the CEO by trying to steal her man. She’s lucky she wasn’t fired. She’ll never get promoted. She should just prepare to stay in her engineer position for life.”
The female colleague smirked. “If I were the CEO, I would have fired her a long time ago.”
She then turned to Lorna, who was nearby, fishing for details. “Ms. Turner, what did the CEO want with Greta earlier? Spill the tea!”
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝗿𝗲 𝓪𝓽: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺
Lorna let out a soft laugh, deflecting with ease. “Honestly, I’m in the dark. The CEO just asked me to fetch her and didn’t drop any hints. I can’t exactly pry, can I?” The female colleague raised an eyebrow, unconvinced but unable to push further.
In the evening, Brenna strolled into her home to find Shepard already lounging comfortably. “Dad, you’re back early again,” she teased. “Are you really gearing up to retire?”
Shepard chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “You bet. Otherwise, your mom will accuse me of breaking my promise to her.”
Giselle shot him a playful side-eye. “I never said that.”
As they chatted, Sandra returned home, her voice bright as she greeted them. Shepard greeted her with a subtle nod, his face expressionless, while Giselle’s expression remained frosty, her silence speaking volumes. Brenna asked, “How is the job hunt going, Sandra?”
Sandra’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I landed one! A designer role at Trendy Apparel, pulling in thirty thousand dollars a month.”
Beaming, she added, “I didn’t even mention being a Harper. I just laid out my experience and dropped my mentor’s name, and they hired me!”
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