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    Sonia stepped into the office. “Miss Wilson, Mr. Mitchell has requested your presence in the conference room for a meeting.”


    “A meeting?” Gracie asked, confused. She had no projects left to oversee, so why would she be needed for a meeting?


    “What kind of meeting?” she asked, her voice edged with surprise.


    “I’m not sure. Mr. Mitchell gave the order himself. He said you are to go immediately,” Sonia replied. Gracie thought for a moment.


    Could it be that Ethan had changed his mind and wanted her to continue managing the partnership with Waldo’spany?


    A flicker of hope reignited in her heart.


    “Alright,” she replied.


    Five minutester, Gracie stepped into the meeting room, looking hopeful. As soon as she walked in, the room, which had been buzzing with conversation, fell silent. She stopped in her tracks, a foreboding weight settling in her gut. In the vast conference room, dozens of executives and the three vice presidents sat watching her. Every gaze was sharp with disdain, every expression heavy with hostility.


    Gracie reminded herself not to panic and moved with measured steps toward the first empty seat on the right—her usual ce.


    After she sat down, her gaze fell on Dorsey, Waldo’s wife, seated directly across from her. Dorsey’s lips curled into a menacing smile, and her eyes locked with Gracie’s in a stare so sharp that it felt as if it could cut straight through her.


    A knot of unease tightened in Gracie’s chest.


    “What are you doing at a Mitchell Group internal meeting?” Gracie asked Dorsey bluntly.


    Dorsey cast a smug nce around the room. “I’m here for you, of course.” Gracie noticed that the others were all looking at her. Some eyes held disdain, others narrowed in mockery, and a few heads shook as if in quiet disappointment.


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    The truth was clear now. Dorsey was here to make a move against her. At this realization, Gracie’s hands curled into tight fists beneath the table. She fixed Dorsey with a re and demanded, “What do you want?”


    “You’ll know soon enough.” Dorsey nced at her watch. “Mr. Mitchell should be here any moment.”


    Right on cue, Ethan walked in, a ck folder in hand. His presence radiated cold authority. He took the main seat without a word. Neville then stepped forward and ced a piece of paper in front of Gracie.


    “Miss Wilson, please read aloud the contents of this document,” Neville said, his voice devoid of warmth.


    Gracie looked up at him and caught a fleeting trace of sympathy in his eyes. Without another word, Neville returned to his seat. He exchanged a brief nce with Ethan, whose expression was impassive.


    Gracie lowered her eyes to the document before her. The words blurred for a moment beforeing into focus. A public apology. It listed several admissions. The first dered that the partnership between the Mitchell Group and the Chapman Group had been secured through her hical conduct.


    The words were blunt and unforgiving.


    The second usationid out, in exact detail, the dates and locations of her hotel meetings with Waldo.<fn9c47> Official source is Find1Novel</fn9c47>


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