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    The moment she stepped into the office, she was notified about a meeting.


    Wasting no time, Rachel gathered her materials and made her way upstairs. Inside the conference room, Brian was nothing like the man from the night before. Now, he was sharp andmanding, his analysis precise and his decisions firm. Every word he spoke and every move he made radiated confidence and authority, leaving everyone impressed.


    During the break, Rachel headed to the break room. A familiar voice called her name. She turned around, already expecting who it would be. Sure enough, it was Tracy.


    Tracy was dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a ck pencil skirt, her wavy hair falling effortlessly down her back.


    “Rachel, you must be tired. I brought you a cup of coffee,” Tracy said with a smile as she approached, her tone casual but her eyes betraying something more.


    “No thanks. Coffee keeps me up at night. I’ll just have some water,” Rachel replied coolly, rejecting the gesture without hesitation. She had no intention of engaging with Tracy beyond work.


    “I have water too,” Tracy said lightly, stepping closer and grabbing Rachel’s arm. Rachel’s instinctive dislike for unnecessary physical contact kicked in, and she sharply pulled away.


    The abrupt motion caused the top button of her blouse to loosen slightly. From where Tracy stood, a red mark on Rachel’s neck became inly visible. Her eyes stayed fixed on it, staring intently. Were Rachel and Brian really that intimate behind closed doors? She had always believed Brian to be reserved and controlled.


    For a fleeting moment, jealousy consumed Tracy. She poured a ss of water and extended it toward Rachel insistently.


    “I don’t need it!” Rachel snapped.


    “There’s still a long meeting ahead. You should stay hydrated,” Tracy coaxed, nudging the ss closer.


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    Feeling frustrated, Rachel finally lost her patience. She tried to push the ss away from her, but water sshed all over her. Tracy quickly stepped forward, pretending to be concerned.


    “Oh no, Rachel, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. I have a spare outfit—why don’t you change into it?”


    Rachel’s lips curled into a cold smirk. She saw through Tracy’s trick in an instant.


    But instead of brushing it off, Rachel decided to y along and followed Tracy back to her office.


    Tracy theatrically pulled out a fresh set of clothes from a drawer.


    “Rachel, you should put this on.”


    But before she could even finish, Rachel unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a camisole underneath.


    Tracy’s fists tightened, and her face turned pale. Her eyesnded on Rachel’s neck, and what she saw made her stomach drop.


    Bright red marks were scattered all over, standing out starkly against her skin. There were more than she had expected and far worse than she had imagined.


    “You two…” Tracy’s voice wavered, her body shaking with barely contained rage.


    Rachel let out a cold sneer. “Drop the act. You went through all that trouble just to confirm it, didn’t you? Well then, let me give you a good look.”


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