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    “Please, there’s no need to be so formal with me.” Alex seemed to be in high spirits as he looked around. “This ce is really nice, very much your style.”


    “Yeah,” Sadie replied with a light sigh. “I hope everything goes smoothly.”


    It was then that the first applicant arrived. “Hello, Miss Hudson.” A young woman greeted Sadie nervously. “I’m here to interview for the designer position.”


    “Yes, please have a seat.” Sadie gestured for her to sit down, then proceeded with the interview.


    Soon, other applicants arrived one after another. While waiting for their turn, one of the interviewees kept eyeing Alex.


    She eventually leaned close to the person next to her and whispered, “Isn’t that Alex Howe, the CEO of Howe Group? What is he doing here?”


    “You’re right. I think it’s him. Maybe he and the owner of this studio…” The other person trailed off, but she didn’t really need to finish her sentence for the implication toe across.


    Alex, sharp as he was, immediately noticed the subtle shift in the air. He cleared his throat and nodded at Sadie. “It looks like you’re going to have a busy day. I’ll be taking my leave now.”


    “Okay, take care.” Sadie waved and watched him leave the studio. The moment Alex was gone, the whispered discussions among the young women grew more animated.


    “I knew it! Those two must be connected in some way. Why else would Mr. Howe make time for such a small studio?” One of the more fashionable of the girls winked at herpanion.


    “I mean, who knows? Mr. Howe could well be an investor in this small business. Young women these days sure know how to use their charms to get ahead in life!”


    Sadie pressed her lips together and took a deep breath. She put down the resume she had been reading and swept a cold nce over the remaining candidates.


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    “If you’re more interested in my personal life than the actual job offer, then I think I should end the interview here.”


    Everyone was visibly shocked by the bite in her tone. They exchanged wary nces, not daring to speak another word.


    “I didn’t mean anything, Miss Hudson,” one of the interviewees hurriedly said.


    But Sadie held up a hand to stop her. “No need to exin. I’m looking for employees who will dedicate their attention and skills to their work, not vapid office gossip.”


    “We understand, Miss Hudson,” the job applicants said.


    “Good, then please wait for further notice,” Sadie responded firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.


    The applicants left the studio, their spirits low, and the room quickly fell silent.


    Sadie massaged her temples, feeling a surge of fatigue wash over her. As she flipped through the remaining résumés, few stood out.


    However, one portfolio caught her eye—belonging to an applicant named Glenda Kelly. Her design style was understated yet elegant, marked by a creative ir.


    Just then, Glenda knocked and entered the office, her demeanorposed and her gaze clear. “Nice to meet you, Miss Hudson.”


    “Hello, Miss Kelly. Please have a seat,” Sadie said, her interest piqued as she began the interview.


    Throughout the discussion, Glenda demonstrated professionalism and a profound understanding of design, impressing Sadie further.


    Ultimately, Sadie decided to hire only Glenda.


    Meanwhile, at a café, K listened to a report with a cold smirk. “A studio? Does she really think she can make aeback? She should keep dreaming!”


    A man in a ck suit across from her bowed respectfully. “Miss Wade, everything is arranged.”


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