Cheryl strutted in her high heels and slid into Wasyl's sleek sports car, peeling away from the curb with an air of superiority.
Qemal, with a stoic expression, slipped into his car. He was silent as a ghost and took off down the road.
Sawyer, with Anna in tow, climbed into his vehicle. As he rolled down the window, he shot a look of pure disdain at Celena, who was burdened with an armful of paperwork. "Celena, make sure you handle that. Tidy up those documents and shoot me a copy, will you? I've got drinks lined up with some buddies, so we're off," he said calmly.
With those parting words, he zoomed off, leaving Celena to wrestle with her mountain of papers as she trudged toward the bus stop.
Back in Wasyl's car, Cheryl lounged in the passenger seat. Wasyl's hand crept up her smooth thigh. Seizing a moment at the red light, he leaned in for a few quick kisses and asked with a grin, "Dear, you seem upset. What's eating you?"
Cheryl shoved his hand away, visibly irked. "It's Celena. She's the lead on this project, and I can't stand the thought of her one-upping me," she snapped.
She turned to face Wasyl, her eyes shooting daggers. "You promised you'd secure the lead position for me, Wasyl. And now it's Celena. Were you just stringing me along?"
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