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    Her breath came fast and uneven. She wasn’t ready for this confrontation. Not yet. “I told you, I’m just organizing! What’s the big deal? Didn’t you all say you were eating out? Why are you even here?”


    Jamir stepped up beside Elbert, calm but fixing Cecelia with a level stare. “Did you wait until we were gone so you could move your things without anyone noticing?”


    The question made Cecelia snap. “What kind of nonsense is that? I already said I’m tidying up! Seriously, can none of you understand simple words? No wonder none of you made the cut!”


    The jab at their failed promotions hit like a p. Elbert’s expression turned cial. “That’s uncalled for, Cecelia.”


    He’d always treated their shared team bond with care, never once raising his voice at Cecelia.


    Even when she caused friction, he approached it calmly, trying to ease tensions without confrontation.


    Buttely, Cecelia’s disregard for the team had only worsened.


    Before Cecelia could fire back, another voice came from the side of the room. “Cecelia, over here! Your new station’s ready. You can settle in now—”


    The speaker stopped abruptly, realizing Elbert and Jamir were standing right there, tension thick in the air.


    Elbert turned toward Cecelia slowly, disbelief settling over him. “New station? What do they mean by that?”


    She was still part of their team—or at least, she had been. So why was she setting up somewhere else?


    Sandra leveled a re at Cecelia, her posture rigid with indignation. Her gaze flicked to the neer—a sharp-eyed woman she vaguely remembered as Nelly Green, one of Allen’s team.


    “So, Cecelia, you’ve switched sides to Allen’s team?” Sandra demanded, her voice tight.


    At her words, Elbert and Jamir froze in shock, disbelief flickering across their faces.


    Only Ste seemed unfazed, watching the scene unfold with a faint, knowing smirk, as if she’d expected this all along.


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    Since Sandra had already put everything out in the open, Cecelia dropped the act entirely. With deliberate finality, she set the box she’d been carrying on an empty table and faced the group, her eyes cool and steady.


    “I won’t bother hiding it anymore. Yes, I joined Allen’s team. Why wouldn’t I? His group has actual talent. Sticking around here, following someone who only got in by pulling strings? That’s a dead end. I’m not about to drag myself down to your level.”


    The way she spoke was so unwavering that Ste nearly lost it andughed out loud.


    “Oh, really? That’s rich. Tell me, who’s actually getting dragged down here? You were on our team until five minutes ago—now, suddenly, Allen’s group just happens to im our spot, right after you jump ship. And you want us to believe that’s a coincidence?” Sandra snapped, her tone brimming with rage.


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