“I apologize. Allow me to help you clean your clothes.”


    The girl eventually opted not to reveal the truth. She turned towards Millie, offering an apology.


    Millie’s irate eyes shifted between the girl and Rosie.


    “No, thank you. I’ll wash up.”


    Before departing, Millie intentionally brushed against Rosie, spilling coffee on her.


    “Ahi”


    “Millie, stop!”


    Millie maintained her pace, responding without ncing back.


    “Ms. Astley, you’re a grown adult well into your thirties, yet your behavior is remarkably juvenile.


    Treating others as though they’re fools only exposes your own foolishness.”


    Millie’sment about her age triggered Rosie’s anger.


    Though, in reality, Millie was considerably younger than Rosie. It was an inescapable truth that Rosie


    couldn’t refute.


    Millie possessed a strikingly attractive countenance, an attribute that aroused both envy and jealousy in


    Rosie.


    Millie sought refuge in the restroom to address the coffee stains on her attire. The dampness clung to


    her skin, generating a distinct sense of difort. Regrettably, her circumstances left her no


    alternative; without a change of clothing avable, she bore the inconvenience with resolve.


    Upon Millie’s return from the restroom, she found her seat upied. Bruce sat there casually, toying


    with a pen from her desk, twirling it between his fingers with an air of nonchnce.


    The other women in the office discreetly cast asional nces at Bruce.


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    His visage was undeniably striking, defined by a sharply chiseled profile.


    “Why are you here?” Millie inquired.


    Bruce stretched his legsnguidly and responded, “I dropped by to see Marcus. I heard you were


    working here. Howe?”


    “Let’s step out for a conversation.” Millie surveyed her surroundings and led the way outside, with


    Bruce following.


    In the hallway, about to initiate their talk, Bruce noticed the dampness in Millie’s attire.


    “Your clothes are wet, making it ufortable. There’s a clothing store downstairs. Let me take you to


    get a new outfit.”


    Millie shook her head, countering, “No need; it’ll dry soon. So, what brings you here?”


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    Bruce’s demeanor had changed, with a shade more somber and subdued. Millie had picked up on it


    since theirst encounter at the barbecue. Bruce epted her refusal without pressing further.