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    After regaining herposure, a younger employee remarked, “He looks so striking, even when he’s upset.”


    Despite the ordeal, her youthful resilience allowed her to bounce back quickly.


    “Keep your thoughts in check. It’s unwise to daydream about impossibilities. He is not avable.”


    “Who’s he with? Do you mean Tracy?” asked the youngdy, her tone naive.


    Their expressions gave away the answer.


    Interrupting her own thought, the young girl added, “To me, it seems like he and Tracy are merely professional peers. His connection seems stronger with Rachel Marsh…”


    “Have you ever noticed Mr. White’s concern about Rachel? When he learned about Holden’s intentions toward her, his reaction was nothing short of furious,” the young woman remarked, her voice tinged with an unexpected insight.


    The elevator hummed quietly as her words lingered in the air.


    Her colleagues, caught up in the usual buzz of office life, weren’t eager to engage in such spection.


    With a yful grin, one reached over and lightly tapped her forehead.


    “We can indulge in this conversation now, but don’t start spreading rumors when we get back to the office.”


    Flustered, the young woman stuck out her tongue in mock defiance, her cheeks warming with embarrassment.


    “Alright, I’ll keep it to myself!” she replied,ughing to ease the tension.


    The following day, Rachel was back at her desk, immersed in her work, when a soft knock interrupted her focus.


    Samira stepped into the office, her presence quiet but purposeful.


    Assuming it was another routine delivery of paperwork, Rachel didn’t nce up.


    “Just leave the documents on the desk,” she instructed, her attention still fixed on her screen.


    “Actually, Rachel, this one requires your signature,” Samira replied, holding out the file.


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    “Alright, let me see it.”


    Rachel took the document, her eyes scanning its contents carefully before finally signing her name.


    Samira was usually swift and efficient, disappearing as soon as her tasks werepleted. But this time, she remained standing in the office, her demeanor hesitant.


    Rachel nced up, sensing the shift in her assistant’s behavior.


    “Is there something else?” she asked.


    Samira paused, her expression uncertain, before finally speaking.


    “Have you heard about what’s been happening at thepanytely?”


    “What do you mean?” Rachel asked, her brow furrowing.


    She had been so consumed by her workload that the world outside her office seemed to blur.


    Her health was deteriorating, but she was determined to push through several high-priority projects, each tied to long-standing, reliable clients.


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