In truth, Rosie held the position of deputy manager within the department, while Nancy, who headed


    the entire design division, was currently overseas pursuing her studies. Circumstances had thrust


    Rosie into the role of temporary departmental authority.


    Backed by Nancy’s support, she naturally aligned herself with Nancy’s perspective. Nancy’s intent was


    clear – she needed to strategize a means to ensure Millie’s departure from the department.


    Furthermore, when Derek handed her the list, there was no implication that she should extend any


    special treatment or favor to Millie.


    Millie’s brow furrowed in consternation. She had taken care to inquire about her arrival time from


    Marcus, who had assured her that arriving before 8:30 was sufficient.


    “In our esteemed jewelry design department, we hold ourselves to rigorous standards. We always


    arrive five minutes earlier than our colleagues in other departments. On your first day here, Miss Millie,


    you should have arrived earlier.”


    “I apologize, Ms. Astley. As I tread these halls for the first time,


    I was unaware of this practice. Rest assured, I will adhere to this punctuality tomorrow.”


    Upon hearing Millie’s meek response, Rosie’s tension eased. So what if Millie was the president’s


    spouse? To her, Millie was but a mild wind, easily redirected. I’ll soon send her packing, Rosie thought


    with an inward smirk.


    “Well, since this is your inaugural day, I shall overlook this transgression.” Rosie opened a drawer,


    retrieved a work card, and stood, her motion fluid and authoritative.


    “This is your work card. ept it, and follow me.”


    Ang’s Library


    Rosie led Millie into the expansive office of the department, her footsteps firm and resolute.


    “Attention, everyone, let us momentarilyy down our tools. Allow me to introduce Millie, thetest


    addition to our creative ranks. I trust you all to foster a coborative spirit.”


    Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The very name sent a ripple through the room. Heads turned, and eyes widened.


    “Why is Millie working here?”


    “Isn’t she married to the president? What draws her to our craft?


    Has she honed her skills in jewelry design? Such news escapes me.”


    “Note how Ms. Astley abstained from mentioning her ties to the president.”


    “It appears a spectacle awaits us in our department.”


    “Enough chatter, all. Resume your work, and Millie, your seat awaits you.”


    Rosie’s hand sliced through the air, silencing the whispers, and she gestured to an empty seat that


    would be Millie’s.


    “Leader of Group Three, Emerie, join me in my office.” Emerie Welch obeyed, rising immediately.


    The office, once again, hummed with hushed voices as Rosie and Emerie departed.


    Millie feigned indifference, settled into her new seat, and began to inspect her work card.


    Name: Millie.