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    Soon after, a young woman knocked and entered the room. It was Jordyn Vazquez, the deputy director of the design department. Jordyn’s makeup was impably done today, and her professional suit entuated her confident demeanor.


    K’s eyes briefly assessed Jordyn.


    “Hello, Ms. Vazquez.”


    “Miss Wade, hello.” Jordyn approached, bowing slightly in respect.


    She knew well that K was highly influential within Noah’s circle—and potentially his future wife. Crossing K could jeopardize her career at Wall Group.


    “Noah has arranged for me to go on a business trip. Today, Sadie, who has just joined us, has been ced in the storeroom—that’s my good friend. Do you understand what I’m implying?”


    Jordyn felt a slight tension build, her forehead beading with sweat. The storeroom was known for its poor conditions—a dark, damp space hardly suitable for anyone, much less for an office.


    It was clear that K intended to make Sadie’s situation difficult.


    Jordyn caught on quickly, her expressionposed as she replied with a faint smile, “Absolutely, Miss Wade. I will ensure Sadie is ‘well taken care of.’”


    K nodded, pleased. “You’re sharp. Handle this well, and the director position could be yours.”


    A spark of ambition shed in Jordyn’s eyes as she assured, “You can count on me. I won’t disappoint you.”


    Meanwhile, in the dimly lit storeroom, Sadie sat at a simple desk surrounded by clutter. The faint musty smell of the room and the inadequate lighting made the space nearly unbearable.


    Design drafts were spread before her, and she held a pen, though she found it hard to begin working.


    Rubbing her temples, Sadie sighed deeply, overwhelmed by the oppressive environment.


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    Her frustration palpable, she dropped the pen onto the desk, where itnded with a crisp ck. Next to her, a wastebasket overflowed with crumpled drafts.


    Just then, a knock came at the door.


    “Pleasee in.”


    The door creaked as it opened, and Jordyn entered.


    Sadie looked up, her expression unreadable, as she regarded her visitor. Three years ago, when she worked as Noah’s secretary, Sadie had met Jordyn.


    Back then, Jordyn was just an ordinary employee. Now, in just three years, she had risen to the position of deputy director.


    Jordyn’s eyes swept over the shabby office, and a mocking smirk briefly appeared on her lips before she reced it with a concerned expression.


    “Sadie, are you settling in okay?”


    “Thanks to Miss Wade, it’s not too bad,” Sadie replied dryly.


    Jordyn feigned shock. “How can it not be? This is one of the finest offices in Wall Group!”


    Sadie didn’t reply, simply offering Jordyn a knowing half-smile.


    Feeling somewhat ufortable under Sadie’s steady gaze, Jordyn cleared her throat and changed the subject. “Would you like to join the department dinner tonight?”


    “No, thank you,” Sadie answered without hesitation.


    “Oh,e on! We were all colleagues once, and now we keep running into each other. It’s only polite to meet everyone and say hello!” Jordyn’s tone was light, yet there was an underlying insistence in her words.


    Sadie realized that declining might give Jordyn a reason toplicate her situation further.


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