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    Meanwhile, Tina leaned closer to Sadie, her voice a hushed undertone. “Sadie, doesn’t it seem like K is a bit cunning? If she truly meant to apologize to you and Mack, wouldn’t a private moment have been more appropriate? It’s pretty obvious she’s turning your struggles into a publicity stunt to make herself look good.”


    Sadie managed a wry smile in response, her eyes narrowing slightly. True to her style, K knew exactly how to put on a performance, shaping the story to fit her needs.


    As if on cue, four burly bodyguards dressed in ck uniforms made their entrance, carrying two enormous tubs of milkshakes. The spectacle drew intrigued nces and whispered spections from every corner of the room.


    K lingered at the threshold of the secretarial office, her smile radiant and warm as she oversaw the bodyguards cing an array of colorful milkshakes on the desk. With a flourish, she began distributing the sweet treats gracefully.


    “Thank you, K!”


    “K, you’re an absolute treasure.”


    “K, this is beyond thoughtful of you.”


    As she basked in the glow of admiration, K’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with the pleasure of being the center of attention—the puppeteer in her own grand y.


    As the milkshakes dwindled to just two remaining cups, she scanned the room and asked with a soft, inviting voice, “Is there anyone who hasn’t received their milkshake?”


    Tina exchanged a hesitant nce with Sadie, her expression torn.


    The weight of loyalty tugged at her heartstrings. Sadie had be more than just a colleague; she was a friend, someone Tina was inclined to support without hesitation.


    Yet, the prospect of being the only rebel to decline K’s offering hung over her like a dark cloud—a mark of defiance that could iste her in this tight-knit office environment.


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    Sadie caught the flicker of conflict in Tina’s eyes and felt a surge of warm gratitude mixed with concern.


    She treasured Tina’s support but was keenly aware of the potential repercussions it could bring upon her friend in such a scrutinizing setting.


    Sadie nudged Tina’s arm just enough to get her attention and said softly, “Go grab the milkshake. I’m fine, really. Don’t trouble yourself over me.”


    Tina hesitated, her lip caught nervously between her teeth, before her hand shot up with a reluctant, “Me!”


    K passed the frosty drink to Tina, her gaze drifting leisurely toward Sadie, her smile unwavering and radiant. “And Sadie, this one’s for you.” She offered thest cup with warmth, as if they were long-lost friends reunited.


    Sadie eyed the creamy concoction, the pungent aroma of fresh milk hitting her hard, the sugary scent nearly overpowering, churning her stomach.


    With a subtle step back, she lowered her voice and gently declined. “No, thank you. I’m actually allergic to milkshakes.”


    A hush fell over the room as curious eyes darted between Sadie and K.


    Sadie’s refusal, meant to be discreet and polite, seemed to strike a nerve.


    K’s expression shifted subtly, her eyes downcast as hershes cast shadows across her porcin cheeks. Her voice was tinged with hurt, almost too faint to catch.


    “Sadie, it seems you’re still holding a grudge. Why else would you make up such ame excuse like a milkshake allergy just to turn me down?”


    That single, biting sentence drew a clear line between Sadie and everyone else in the room.


    As expected, a wave of criticism swiftly followed, targeting Sadie with sharp, unsparing words.


    “Sadie, that was uncalled for. K admitted her mistake and genuinely apologized—don’t make this tougher on her than it needs to be!”


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