NovelEnglishFear was a stranger to her, but she harbored a reluctance to confront Nancy.
“Millie, do not disappoint me,” Marcus challenged.
“Very well, but my demand is to begin as the most unassuming designer Marcus’ fingers brushed her nose as he stood, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Did you truly think leadership would be handed to you immediately?”
Millie’s thoughts had indeed run wild. He intended for her to be a humble employee.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I thought I would ascend to deputy CEO,” Millie sighed as she hastened out of bed to prepare for the day.
Standing before the towering facade of the Thomas Group, Millie inhaled deeply, her dream at last within reach.
In the car, she asserted her independence, insisting on entering the building and managing the registration process alone.
Angela’s Library
On the thirty-second floor lay the jewelry design department.
Millie’s fingers hovered over the elevator button, and she pressed for her destination.
The elevator ascended swiftly and unerringly.
Her next stop was the manager’s office on the sfloor to register with Rosie Astley, now overseeing the jewelry design department in Nancy’s absence.
Her fingers tapped gently against the frosted glass door.
“Enter,” a voice commanded.
Pushing the door open, Millie was greeted by a woman, around 35, her short hair a crown of authority, her red suit a mark of her cold efficiency.
Rosie’s eyes widened at Millie’s appearance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith a gracious smile, Millie introduced herself.
“Ms. Astley, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Millie, qualified by modern jewelry courses at Preagend University to design for the Thomas Group.”
Rosie released the pen from her grasp, her gaze taking on a somber hue. It was evident that she was acquainted with Millie. The roster of potential hires for the design department had already been provided by Derek, encompassing three distinct names.
As Rosie’s eyes fell upon the n“Millie” at the top of the list, astonishment and an overwhelming sense of pressure gripped her.
Simultaneously, a compulsion arose within her to swiftly relay the unexpected development to Nancy, who was immersed in her studies in a foreign land.
Being the president’s spouse and a gifted jewelry designer, Millie’s status seemed to create an unjust situation.
“Why this tardiness? You were to be here at 8:25 a.m., and it is now 8:27,” Rosie chastised, arms crossed, embodying her role as the stern overseer.
In Rosie’s estimation, Millie lacked arrogance, potentially making her a pushover.
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