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    Refusing to ept this, Kaya shot Elena a venomous re, her fists clenched as she fought to keep her fury at bay. Even in turmoil, she carefully preserved herposed facade in front of Wesley. There was still a long road ahead, but one thing was certain—Elena better back off because Wesley was hers.


    Wesley sat down, looking as rxed as ever, unfazed by it all. Charlette, ever perceptive, turned to Wesley with a small, inviting smile. “Would you care to sample the cafeteria offerings, Mr. Spencer? I’d be happy to fetch something for you.” Wesley gave a brief nod in assent.


    Without missing a beat, Charlette sprang up and made her way to the counter.


    Wesley’s gaze drifted to the sd in front of Elena, his brow furrowing in mild displeasure. “Does the cafeteria food not meet your expectations?” he inquired, concern threading his voice. Elena shook her head, her expression softening. “No, it’s quite to my liking, actually.”


    Wesley chose to remain silent after that.


    Charlette returned shortly, armsden with an assortment of dishes. The steak was expertly seared, boasting a crispy exterior that gave way to a sulently tender interior, its aroma wafting temptingly through the air. Apanying it were freshly caught lobster, creamy buttery mashed potatoes, and a rich, savory sauce.


    Despite the feast before him, Wesley found himself absentmindedly picking at his sd, barely touching anything else.


    Charlette watched him, her expression shifting to one of puzzled concern. Since when had Wesley shown a preference for greens over a hearty meal?


    Around them, subtle shifts of attention were palpable. Whether intentional or not, several employees cast curious nces at Wesley and Elena.


    Seated together, Wesley and Elena exuded an effortless chemistry that made it difficult not to envision them as a perfectly matched couple.


    Kaya, unable to hide her jealousy, stabbed at her steak with unnecessary force, the sound of her fork scraping against the te filling the air.


    The person beside Kaya cast a disapproving nce her way before decisively picking up their tray and relocating to a quieter table. Murmurs floated across the room, sparking spective whispers.


    “The new girl, she’s stunning. What’s her deal with Mr. Spencer, anyway?”


    “Can you believe it? Mr. Spencer never dines in thepany cafeteria, but today, with her here, he makes an exception!”


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    “Did you notice he’s only eating sd? Even their meal choices are in sync. If that’s not a sign of budding romance, what is?”


    Kaya’s eyes shed dangerously as she overheard the whispers. Turning toward the gossiping group, her voice was sharp andmanding.


    “You’re spreading rumors about Mr. Spencer? Is keeping your job no longer a priority? If you want to leave, just say the word—I’ll personally sign off on your resignation!”


    The group quickly exchanged wary looks before returning their attention to their meals, their expressions tightly controlled. Internally, they grumbled, half-expecting Kaya to erupt in one of her all-too-frequent fits of rage. With a temper that short, it was no surprise Wesley didn’t like her.


    Everyone knew Kaya harbored feelings for Wesley. She viewed any female colleague who even smiled at him as a direct threat. Now, with Elena’s arrival—strikingly beautiful and freshly assigned to the prestigious eighth floor, sharing close quarters with Wesley—Kaya’s jealousy was likely simmering dangerously close to boiling over.


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