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    “About what?” Rachel’s surprise was evident.


    “They’re using you of causing chaos and attacking a colleague. They want you dismissed,” Samira exined with unsettling calm. Previously, such news would’ve unsettled Rachel, but she remained stoic.


    “And they intend to report this to…”


    “To Mr. Brian White, undoubtedly. I’m eager to see his reaction. If he discovers the bullying, he’ll surely defend you. What goes aroundes around,” Samira said, her gaze lifting with assurance.


    Rachel simply nodded in acknowledgment.


    Upon arriving home, her phone rang with Brian on the line.


    “What have you been up to today?”


    “Just handling some work-rted issues,” Rachel responded, her tone nonchnt. She paused, choosing not to share the day’s events. As Brian listened, he gripped his phone harder, the veins in his hand standing out starkly.


    Previously, she would have eagerly sent him photos, asking for his opinion on new outfits or yfully modeling for him.


    Now, silence hung between them, thick with the unspoken—neither the incident with Tracy nor today’s upheaval were mentioned. Brian felt an oppressive tightness in his chest, like a noose slowly being drawn tighter.


    “I’ll be cutting my business trip short. I should be back in a few days.” Brian finally broke the silence, shifting the conversation away.


    “Okay,” Rachel responded, her voice carrying a lightness that bordered indifference, devoid of the warmth it once held.


    Brian felt a tightness in his chest. Her tone was indifferent, akin to someone hearing a mundane weather update,cking any trace of excitement.


    Previously, news of his return would have delighted her; now, joy was conspicuously absent.


    His brows knitted together, a sign of his growing tension. “Does my return not make you happy?” he inquired, his voice betraying his displeasure.


    “I’m quite happy,” Rachel said, but her voice betrayed ack of conviction to Brian.


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    Previously, her happiness would have been evident in her voice alone, with no need for derations.


    Brian added, “Can you pick me up from the airport when I get back?”


    “Sure.”


    After the call, a profound emptiness washed over Brian, as if his heart, heavy as stone, was plummeting.


    Five days passed, and Rachel had not initiated anymunication with Brian. He resisted the urge to call, lifting his phone only to set it aside again and again. Thus, there was no contact between them.


    Ronald called Rachel. “Ms. Marsh, Mr. White’s flightnds tomorrow at noon.” His approach was thorough; he not only notified her but also sent all the necessary details about Brian’s return.


    “Okay, I got it.”


    As Ronald caught Brian’s gaze, he swiftly inquired, “Will you be there to pick him up?”


    “Maybe.”


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