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Leon was about to storm out, but a few people blocked his way, their tone crisp and no-nonsense. “Even if
you're going to see Mr. Sinclair, please remember to take your stuff with you. Ms. Grant is in a hurry to take over
this office.”
Leon shot Yolanda a venomous glare.
Yolanda smiled and waved at the four workers she'd brought with her. “Alright, no one’s in your way now. Let's
get this office fixed up.”
Leon was shaking all over with anger, his teeth clenched so hard it was audible. “Yolanda, did you hire a bunch of
people to pretend they're from Sinclair Group? Do you have any idea what you're messing with? You're headed
for jail! Just watch!”
He kept cursing under his breath as he went back to pack up everything on his desk.
“Just you damn well wait! I'm heading straight to Sinclair Group to give Mr. Sinclair a piece of my mind!”
He stormed out, fuming.
Everyone knew he was off to rat to Mr. Sinclair himself.
The crowd kept their eyes on Yolanda, wondering just what kind of chaos she was about to unleash.
Yolanda gave a casual nod to the Sinclair Group guys. “Alright, thanks for coming over.”
They politely held the door open for her as she stepped into the office. “Ms. Grant, we'll be heading out now.”
Yolanda just gave a quick acknowledgment and went right back to bossing around the workers she'd brought,
getting the office renovated.
Meanwhile, the top floor was already in an uproar over what happened.
In a nearby office, two men huddled together, both wearing mocking grins.
“Let Leon cause a scene first. Maybe that woman's just bluffing.”
“Whatever happens, Leon's totally embarrassed himself this time. That damn woman actually pulled it off.”
They didn’t bother hiding their contempt for Yolanda as they spoke.
Mary's office door burst open with a bang and in cthe girl who'd cbegging for help earlier.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe girl, barely into her twenties, was red-faced and out of breath. “Ms. Hall, something major just went down!”
Mary rolled her eyes, thinking it was probably another disaster cooked up by those higher-ups. After all, they'd
nearly caused a deadly mess before. She snorted, “I'm outta here tomorrow anyway-your messes aren't my
problem now.”
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“No. Ms. Hall, it's about the new Ms. Grant! She brought over sSinclair Group supervisors and fired Leon!
She even snatched Leon's office-he’s so mad he’s headed straight to Sinclair Group to complaints
The girl was panting from her mad dash; she'd witnessed it all at the doorway, and had rushed over to fill Mary
in.
Mary parted her lips to speak, but it took several seconds before the tension finally left her body.
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The girl was clearly worked up, pacing restlessly in front of Mary's desk. “Those supervisors were downright
respectful toward the new CEO-1've never seen that before! Ms. Hall, do you think this means we're finally
getting saved? Maybe you won't have to leave after all?”
Her eyes were shining with hope, but because she wanted it so badly, they were turning red, and tears
threatened to spill at any second.
Of course Mary was moved, but she forced herself to remember: don’t expect too much.
After all these years swinging between hope and disappointment, she felt almost numb-like a shell of her former
self.
Mary didn’t say a word, her heart thumping faster-it was true, Yolanda was nothing like anyone they’d had
before.
“Let’s just watch how things play out. Dry your tears,” Mary said.
The girl nodded, hastily brushing away her tears. “Yeah, let's just see what happens. Leon's already gone to the
Sinclair Group.”
Mary couldn't stay in her seat any longer. She’d always been the kind who kept her cool, but now, she genuinely
couldn't help herself—she had to get upstairs and see for herself.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than her feet were already carrying her up.
When she arrived, the top floor was buzzing with people. Everyone found an excuse to stroll past Yolanda’s
office, craning their necks to get a glimpse of what was happening inside.
Mary took a deep breath and stood at the doorway.
She could hear Yolanda giving orders inside. “Replace these chairs and desks-I don’t use anything that’s already
been handled by someone else.”
“Got it, Ms. Grant,” cthe reply.
“And let's put a money tree here for good fortune.”
“Sure thing.”
Yolanda was busy instructing the staff, but when she caught someone watching from the doorway, she turned to
look.
Mary had only meant to sneak a quick look, but once she was spotted she froze, not sure what to say. After a
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beat, she mumbled, “I've got a prosperity bowl sitting on my desk-supposed to bring luck. It's really cheap. Want
A small gift like that-if you acted coy or tried to refuse, it'd just seem weird.
Yolanda flashed a smile. “Sounds great, thanks, Ms. Hall*
Mary was genuinely surprised that Yolanda even knew her name.
In that instant, it all clicked-Yolanda must've memorized everything about Starlight before coming in. Otherwise,
how else could she go straight for Leon, the one who pulled all the strings? This was definitely on purpose, a shot
across the bow for everyone. Just a shthose other big shots were still busy congratulating themselves,
totally oblivious.
It's the little things that reveal whether someone actually cares.
Mary felt herself relax a bit more, though for reasons she couldn't fully explain, her eyes prickled with an
oncoming burn. Not wanting Yolanda to notice her emotions, she spun around quickly. “I'll bring it up to you
when the delivery arrives,” she said, trying to keep her composure.
She'd been getting stomped on at Starlight for thirteen years, fighting her way through endless crap just to hold
onto her spot. All her time-gone, sacrificed on the altar of work; her kids barely knew her, and she couldn't
blthem.
Family? Out the window. Work? Just one grind after another. Nobody had a clue about all the crap she'd had to
swallow.
Mary was a rock. She never let anyone see her weak side.
She bolted for the break room, only daring to wipe her tears once she was sure nobody else was around.
Just then, the young girl's voice cut through the silence. “Ms. Hall, are you crying?”
Mary was thirty-nine. She straightened her back immediately. “No, just got something in my eye.”
The girl wordlessly handed her a glass of water.
Mary took the glass, her face stern. “Aren't you supposed to be in your posture class today? You better get
going.”
The girl pouted and grumbled, “That male teacher always gets handsy whenever he’s fixing our posture. It's so
gross.”
Mary just looked out the window at the sky, a hint of resignation in her gaze. “Just hold off for now.”
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