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    However, it was K who sauntered in, her presence marked by a wave of her potent perfume. As the fragrance enveloped him, Noah’s expression shifted subtly; his brow creased slightly, betraying a sh of irritation. He had always had an aversion to strong perfumes, deeming them somewhat pretentious.


    “What brings you here?” Noah questioned, his voice cool, masking his growing annoyance. Despite his cool demeanor, his thoughts inadvertently wandered to Sadie—the simple, refreshing scent of her shower gel lingering in his mind, sharply contrasting with the perfume now filling his office.


    K, sensing the tension, swept a strand of hair behind her ear and offered a soft, reassuring smile. “Noah, Samuel mentioned you were feeling out of sorts, and I couldn’t help but worry,” she said, her voiceced with concern. “Is it still about the incident with Sadie and the drinking? I messed up. I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m really sorry,”


    Her words were smooth, her demeanor empathetic, yet internally, she harbored a flicker of resentment towards Sadie. It was Sadie, after all, who had inadvertently cast a shadow over her standing with Noah. At her words, Noah’s frown only deepened.


    “Don’t stress over it. Nobody’s perfect—we all mess up now and then,” Noah stated, his voice steady, betraying not a trace of emotion.


    K’s smile faltered, her heart sinking as she realized he hadn’t denied her assumption about his reason for being upset. A sense of rm echoed through her thoughts—Noah’s affection for Sadie was evidently more profound than she’d anticipated. No, she couldn’t stand by and watch Sadie im everything that was hers!


    Masking her turmoil, K adopted a morepassionate demeanor. “Even so, I should show Sadie my sincerity through actions. Since Sadie hasn’t been feeling well, perhaps it’s best if she takes some time off to recover, don’t you think?”


    Noah paused, considering her suggestion with a thoughtful frown before nodding in agreement. “Alright, we’ll follow your advice.”


    In the bustling secretarial office, Sadie was immersed in her tasks, organizing piles of documents with diligent focus. It was her duty day, and she was responsible forpiling all the office documents and delivering them to Noah.


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    Contemting the recent tensions with Noah, Sadie felt a pang of unease. After much deliberation, she approached Samuel with a tentative air, her voice low and respectful. “Samuel, could you please assist me in delivering these documents to the CEO’s office? I just…”


    Samuel cut her off, his expression ufortable. “I’m afraid that’s not going to happen. Mr. Wall prefers not to have others handle his documents, especially the crucial ones that need his personal approval.”


    Sadie’s expression froze, her disappointment palpable. Struggling to find the right words, she stood there, momentarily lost. Despite the turmoil swirling within her, she recognized the importance of professionalism. With a resigned sigh, she inhaled deeply, mustering her resolve, and strode towards the CEO’s office.


    Just as her hand was poised to knock, the door swung open with a soft “click.” The immediate waft of perfume enveloped Sadie, causing her to lift her gaze abruptly. There, framed in the doorway, stood K, her features enhanced by wless makeup. Dressed in an impably tailored Chanel suit, K exuded an aura of sophistication. Yet, her smug expression was particrly ring. Sadie’s hand hung suspended in the air, her face draining of color.


    K, oblivious to Sadie’s reaction or choosing to ignore it, strode confidently to the heart of the secretarial office. With a brisk p that sliced through the murmurs, she beamed a practiced smile and announced, “Everyone, may I have your attention, please?” The office fell into a curious hush, all eyes drawn to K.


    “Here’s the situation,” K began, her smile unwavering and her voice dipped in a soothing cadence. “I realize now that my decisions yesterday may have unintentionally slighted both Sadie and Mack. To convey my genuine regret, I’ve ordered milkshakes for everyone. I hope this can smooth over any hard feelings.”


    Her words were met with a ripple of cheers, the office buzzing with appreciative murmurs for K’s thoughtful gesture.


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