ed through the turnstiles of the Logan

er with polite nods, suddenly found the fl

ped into the elevator and hit

m the finance department squeezed in. They we

st love is in the building t

s got a tiny baby bump. Mr. Logan is

eyes locked on her phone screen, but her grip

en kept

s in the marketing department? The one

orce papers are already signed.

or chimed.

a mask of absolute indifference, a

hands over their mouths as

sual hum of ringing phones and chatter died th

urning into her back. She walked straight to

ll, locked it, and leaned her head against the cool me

r swung open. The sharp clack of

nized the voice of Trina Dempsey, her subord

ce today," Trina sneered, the sound of a li

hat Ms. Alyce is here, Charlie's titl

If she hadn't gotten lucky and saved the old chairman's life, sh

that Marketing Directo

d up all her client files to my personal drive. Whe

l, Charlie's ey

hed, replaced by a c

ut and unlock

t slammed against the divid

ng as the lipstick tumbled from Trin

osture was perfectly straight, h

and began washing her hands. She stared at Tri

ran. Nobod

he dispenser, dried her hands metic

curved the corn

rlie's voice was low, but it carried the weight of an ex

ce. She stumbled backward, her mouth