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    Sansa’s tug on her sleeve snapped A back to reality. “A, what are you daydreaming about? Let’s hurry up, or we’ll bete for the meeting.”


    Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts, A didn’t bother responding. She simply started walking toward the elevator.


    With her head held high, Sansa followed A into the elevator. Sheppard and Wesson trailed closely behind like eager puppies.


    Once the elevator doors closed, Sansa shed the elevator card in her hand and began to boast to Sheppard and Wesson.


    “Do you know? Not everyone has this elevator card. Only high-ranking members of the Peridot Consortium have it.


    Others don’t have the privilege to ess the top floor. The top floor, where the president’s office is, is a ce of prestige and power, essible only to the elite.


    Ordinary members will never get a whiff of this exclusive level or see the president in person. But A was suddenly given such a card yesterday.


    It means we could go straight to the top floor for high-level meetings and even bring along you two. It’s a clear sign of the president’s favor.”


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    Sansa shot a smug nce at Sheppard and Wesson. “Do you now understand A’s status in the Peridot Consortium?”


    Sheppard and Wesson immediately ttered A. “Of course, we understand. A is beautiful and capable. We will rely on her in the future.”


    Sansa’s arrogant smile could light up the whole elevator. “So, you don’t need to fear Xander, nor do you need to pay attention to that woman who was putting airs. No matter how high their positions are, they can’t surpass the president.”


    “Yes, yes,” Sheppard and Wesson echoed, practically falling over themselves to agree.


    As they bowed, Sansa basked in satisfaction. She was on cloud nine, floating with pride.


    But A’s furrowed brows told a different story. Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.


    Her gazended on the elevator card in Sansa’s hand and suddenly found it too eye-catching, leaving her uncertain if it would bring fortune or disaster.


    In the other elevator, Xander leaned against the wall, voicing his doubts to Marissa.


    “Chief instructor, the acting president seems to value Sansa and her daughter. He even sent them an elevator card for the top floorst night, letting them attend today’s high-level meeting. What did they do to get on his good side? Think this acting president is in cahoots with rissa?”


    “No,” Marissa didn’t miss a beat.


    Confused, Xander raised an eyebrow. “How do you know?”


    “It’s confidential information,” Marissa replied with a knowing smirk.


    “Oh?” Xander nodded, epting the exnation


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