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Sonia stepped into the office. “Miss Wilson, Mr. Mitchell has requested your presence in the conference room for
a meeting.”
“A meeting?” Gracie asked, confused. She had no projects left to oversee, so why would she be needed for a
meeting?
“What kind of meeting?” she asked, her voice edged with surprise.
“I'm not sure. Mr. Mitchell gave the order himself. He said you are to go immediately,” Sonia replied. Gracie
thought for a moment.
Could it be that Ethan had changed his mind and wanted her to continue managing the partnership with Waldo's
company?
A flicker of hope reignited in her heart.
“Alright,” she replied.
Five minutes later, Gracie stepped into the meeting room, looking hopeful. As soon as she walked in, the room,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwhich had been buzzing with conversation, fell silent. She stopped in her tracks, a foreboding weight settling in
her gut. In the vast conference room, dozens of executives and the three vice presidents sat watching her. Every
gaze was sharp with disdain, every expression heavy with hostility.
Gracie reminded herself not to panic and moved with measured steps toward the first empty seat on the right—
her usual place.
After she sat down, her gaze fell on Dorsey, Waldo's wife, seated directly across from her. Dorsey's lips curled
into a menacing smile, and her eyes locked with Gracie’s in a stare so sharp that it felt as if it could cut straight
through her.
A knot of unease tightened in Gracie’s chest.
“What are you doing at a Mitchell Group internal meeting?” Gracie asked Dorsey bluntly.
Dorsey cast a smug glance around the room. “I'm here for you, of course.” Gracie noticed that the others were
all looking at her. Seyes held disdain, others narrowed in mockery, and a few heads shook as if in quiet
disappointment.
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The truth was clear now. Dorsey was here to make a move against her. At this realization, Gracies hands curled
into tight fists beneath the table. She fixed Dorsey with a glare and demanded, “What do you want?”
“You'll know soon enough.” Dorsey glanced at her watch. “Mr. Mitchell should be here any moment.”
Right on cue, Ethan walked in, a black folder in hand. His presence radiated cold authority. He took the main seat
without a word. Neville then stepped forward and placed a piece of paper in front of Gracie.
“Miss Wilson, please read aloud the contents of this document,” Neville said, his voice devoid of warmth.
Gracie looked up at him and caught a fleeting trace of sympathy in his eyes. Without another word, Neville
returned to his seat. He exchanged a brief glance with Ethan, whose expression was impassive.
Gracie lowered her eyes to the document before her. The words blurred for a moment before coming into focus.
A public apology. It listed several admissions. The first declared that the partnership between the Mitchell Group
and the Chapman Group had been secured through her unethical conduct.
The words were blunt and unforgiving.
The second accusation laid out, in exact detail, the dates and locations of her hotel meetings with Waldo.
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