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As Marissa followed Franco down the corridor, she instinctively slowed her pace, looking for a corner where she could discreetly eavesdrop on rissa’s activities.
Franco, walking ahead, was already annoyed with Marissa for insisting on working in the Coborative Research and Development Department. Her casual demeanor, as she fiddled with her phone while walking, only added to his irritation.
Marissa’s carefree attitude seemed out of ce to Franco, who was used to a team of spirited and efficient workers. He doubted her ability to work professionally, suspecting she might be more trouble than she was worth.
Just as he was about to scold her, Rita caught up with them, trailing behind Marissa. Franco’s eyes lit up at the sight of Rita, brightening his mood momentarily. However, his frustration soon returned, especially at the sight of a nanny apanying Marissa. Bringing a nanny to work was, to Franco, the final straw. He questioned whether Marissa was here to work or just unting her status as Connor’s wife.
The presence of a nanny could spark discontent among his dedicated team members. The more Franco thought about it, the angrier he became. He stormed up to Marissa and snapped, “Tiffany, no matter what, I’m your boss now. Shouldn’t you show some respect?”
Marissa looked up at him with an indifferent expression. “Yes, Mr. Britt. What can I do for you?”
“Put your phone away!” Francomanded angrily.
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“Okay,” Marissa replied nonchntly, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Anything else, Mr. Britt?”
“Absolutely!” Franco said sharply. “Didn’t you insist on working in my department? I’ll show you around the office. Follow me, and no more phone distractions.”
Marissa arched an eyebrow but said nothing. Franco red at her with growing frustration. He wanted to reprimand her, but the presence of Rita made him reconsider his approach. Swallowing his words, he changed his tone. “Follow me! Hurry up.”
With those words, he spun on his heel and walked forward. Marissa, amused, rubbed her nose yfully and followed him, with Rita close behind.
The Daniels Group building had 68 floors, with Connor’s office at the pinnacle and the development departments on the 19th floor. The three of them stepped into a descending elevator.
In the narrow confines of the elevator, Franco felt uneasy being so close to Rita and struggled to mask his awkwardness. Marissa, standing tall between him and Rita, watched his difort with mild amusement.
Irritated by her gaze, Franco snapped again, “Why are you just standing there? Shouldn’t you be fiddling with your phone?”
Marissa looked at him as if he were daft. “Mr. Britt, wasn’t it you who told me to stow away my phone earlier? I’m just waiting for your nextmand, Mr. Britt.”
Embarrassment flushed Franco’s face. “Look down!”
“Okay.” Marissa grinned, clearly entertained, and lowered her head.
Rita’s face remained a mask of indifference. To diffuse his difort, Franco barked out another order. “Tiffany, when you start working in the department, don’t unt your status as Connor’s wife. Even if you’re not one of the tech whizzes, you need to embody our spirit.
Put in the effort and strive towards our goals. Dr. Finley, my idol, is your age, but she’s far more serious and dedicated. She didn’t resort to any schemes to marry into wealth. You could stand to learn a thing or two from her.
Even if your IQ doesn’t measure up to hers, you should still strive to emte her dedication and integrity. Dr. Finley is the epitome of a workaholic and is a top-notch tech expert. Herpany, Windsoul Robots, undoubtedly embodies her relentless spirit.
When you work with the Windsoul Robots team, you must ensure you don’t tarnish my reputation.”
“Got it,” Marissa replied, curling her lips into a smirk.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated violently, indicating powerful sound wavesing from rissa’s end. Curious about what was happening with rissa, Marissa pulled her phone out of her pocket
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