Position: Intern jewelry designer.


    Intern? Millie’s eyebrows arched. Such a foundational role.


    The morning hours waned, and still, no one enlightened Millie on her duties.


    Her desk remained barren.


    On numerous asions, the urge to question those nearby welled up within her, yet those individuals


    appeared keen on maintaining a certain distance. They either feigned ignorance of her inquiries or


    promptly moved away without acknowledgment.


    Unbeknownst to her, Rosie had discreetly instructed the others through the design department’s group


    chat to remain tight-lipped and contribute more actively.


    The consensus was clear: Ms. Astley’s desire was for everyone to marginalize Millie.


    Despite Millie’s status as the president’s spouse, self-preservation guided their decisions to distance


    themselves from her. Rumors had circted within thepany that Mrs. Thomas held a strong


    aversion to Millie, with spection of an impending divorce looming over them.


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    Millie stood, and ventured to locate Rosie. Yet, finding an empty manager’s office, she retraced her


    steps and resumed her seat.


    Lunchtime arrived, and the office emptied into the canteen, Millie among them.


    The canteen of the Thomas Group sprawled across two floors, the upper one reserved for the elite.


    Millie secured her meal on the first floor, her mind whirring with the morning’s insights into corporate


    culture.


    Upstairs, Marcus too made his way for lunch. His gaze drifted downwards, catching sight of Millie


    seated in solitude at a corner, engrossed in her meal.


    His brows furrowed. The entirety of his morning had been consumed by a meeting centered around the


    viability of financing for the Tea Mount’s tourism expansion. Consequently, there had been no


    opportunity for him to inquire about Millie’s circumstances.


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    As Marcus contemted enlisting Derek’s assistance to summon Millie,


    Millie rose from her seat and exited the canteen.


    His fingers danced across his phone, sending her a brief inquiry.


    “Are you alright?”


    Upon her exit from the canteen, Millie coincidentally spotted Rosie and Emerie, who were arriving for


    lunch. In a deliberate act, they feigned obliviousness to her presence and hastened their entry into the


    canteen.


    Millie pivoted, narrowing her gaze, and promptly responded to Marcus’ message.


    “Not bad.”


    Having resolved tomit to the design department, Millie refused to be deterred by minor setbacks.


    She fortified her determination, acknowledging that she wouldn’t be easily ousted from her role within


    the design department.


    In the afternoon, as the vibrant hum of work faded into the silence of the closing day, Millie was


    confronted by Emerie, who approached her with a thick stack of materials.


    “Millie, I’m sorry, I was ensnared in a web with Ms. Astley today and couldn’t guide you through your


    tasks on time. You’ll have to work overtime, memorizing the job responsibilities of the jewelry


    department. Ms. Astley will be your examiner on the morrow.”