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    Brenna joined in, her chuckle sly. “Pick up some women’s clothes, too, nothing fancy, just whatever you find. We’ll need them forter. We…”


    Leaning in, Lorna caught the rest of Brenna’s n and nodded, ready to carry out every detail. “Got it, I’ll take care of everything. I’m just a little worried about all the job applicants milling around outside. I need to help interview them.”


    Confidence radiated from Brenna as she waved away the concern. “Don’t stress. Just go.” A knowing smirk curled her lips. “Does Gracie think I’m someone she can push around? She’ll learn there are consequences for picking a fight with me.”<fnebbb> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fnebbb>


    Morning slipped away as Brenna worked straight through until noon. When her stomach finally growled, she made her way down to the cafeteria.


    Noise and chatter filled the space. Brenna immediately spotted Ethan at a table. The others dared not sit close to him. Judging by the scowl on his face, he was in a bad mood.


    Directly across from him sat Gracie, apparently unfazed by the tension.


    “Hey, Brenna!” Ethan’s voice cut through the mor. He lifted a hand and waved her over.


    Making her way to the table, Brenna noticed he’d already set out lunch for her.


    Hostility burned in Gracie’s eyes as she sized up Brenna. “I’m having lunch with Ethan. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for you to join us, Miss Harper?”


    Rising from his seat, Ethan gathered up both tes of food. Then, he and Brenna moved to another table.


    Disbelief twisted Gracie’s expression. “Ethan, you misunderstood. I only wanted her to leave, not you.”


    Determined not to be left out, she snatched up the bowls of chicken soup and followed after them. A sly nce at Brenna’s pristine white suit gave her an idea. Suddenly, she faked a stumble, angling the soup toward Brenna.


    But with a single quick step, Brenna swiftly stepped aside.


    Hot soup sttered across an empty chair, missing Brenna entirely.


    Flustered, Gracie stammered, shock shing across her face. She had not expected Brenna to react so fast, and her n fizzled before it even began.


    She wanted to try again, but the bowls were empty.


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    Brenna said to her coolly, “I am having lunch with Ethan. Is it a bit inappropriate for you to join us?”


    Ethan silently observed the sticky mess on the chair. He said nothing to Gracie, only picked up the tes and switched to yet another table.


    Without hesitation, Brenna followed him.


    Stunned and humiliated, Gracie remained rooted in ce for a moment. She then shamelessly followed again, but Ethan stated coldly, “Stop following us. I want to have lunch with my girlfriend.”


    Desperation tinged Gracie’s words. “Ethan, don’t be so cold. I’m your business partner. I’ve known you longer than she has. We should be closer, don’t you think?”


    Ethan didn’t soften. “I only want to have lunch with my girlfriend.”


    His tone left no room for argument. Gracie could feel the stares of everyone nearby, and the humiliation stung.


    No appetite left, Gracie spun around and hurried out of the cafeteria, tears threatening to fall.


    Ethan sat down and scanned the table. He then signaled Neville over with a raised hand.


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