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Haley and Marc, though, were about to get hit with a reckoning of their own. Ste was almost amused—by now, it was only a matter of time before the police knocked on their door.
Shutting down herputer, Ste left her office and headed for theb, having no patience left for online drama.
On her way to theb, she nearly collided with William in the corridor. He regarded her with a subtle, approving smile. “You handled things much better this time,” he noted, his tone low and slightly amused.
Instead of going after Haley and Marc head-on, she’d taken the smarter route—capturing the entire exchange as evidence.
William looked genuinely impressed.
Ste held his gaze, a small spark of defiance in her eyes. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’m not nearly as foolish as they are.”
William gave a thoughtful nod, a trace of admiration flickering across his face. “With the evidence you have—and half the inte rallying to your side—Marc’s going to have a hard time wriggling out of this mess.”
With a smirk, Ste remarked, “About time he got what’sing to him.”
William’s expression turned serious for a moment. “Just don’t let any of this get under your skin,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “And if it does, promise me it won’t distract you from your work.”
She shot him a confident smile. “You don’t have to worry about me, Mr. Briggs. Nothing’s going to get in my way. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back to theb. Have a good day.”
William lingered for a moment, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as he watched her disappear down the hallway.
As her experiments wrapped up and she started gathering her things, Ste’s phone buzzed on the countertop. The screen lit up with “Sharon” calling.
She swiped to answer, and Sharon’s voice burst out, bubbling with excitement. “Stel! The inte is exploding today! That recording you posted—genius move. I bet Haley and that scumbag Marc are losing their minds right now!”
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A subtle, satisfied smile yed at the corners of Ste’s mouth. “Well, they finally reaped what they sowed.”
“Couldn’t agree more! Honestly, watching you turn the tables on that jerk is the best thing that’s happened all week. We have to celebrate. Drinks tonight—my treat!”
Ste nced at the clock, weighing her schedule. There was nothing urgent on her calendar. “You’re on. See you tonight.”
That night, the bar shimmered with neon, its energy pulsing all around. Sharon leaned against the counter beside Ste, her tailored ck suit sharp against the shifting lights. “Stel, are you seriously showing up dressed like you’re still on the clock?” she quipped, an amused tilt to her lips.
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