Chapter 269
Author: T.K
last update2024-09-29 04:07:30

The Majestic Skies building towered over the city like a gleaming monument of power and success. Inside its walls, the hum of productivity was constant, with every department moving seamlessly in the symphony of business.

Phones rang, keyboards clicked, and the occasional murmur of hurried conversation floated through the air.

The sleek glass windows reflected the sunlight, casting bright patterns on the marble floors, while employees in tailored suits briskly walked from one meeting to the next.

Rachel sat at her desk on the upper floor, surrounded by the soft glow of her computer screen. Papers and documents were neatly arranged in piles around her, evidence of the workload she was currently drowning in.

But her mind wasn’t on the tasks in front of her—not today. Her gaze was fixed across the open floor, watching a particular figure.

Mr. Mark Dave. A senior board member. One of Ethan Anderson’s closest associates—or so it seemed. He was a man who always looked polished, his appe
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