The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 329

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The request surprises me. “Aren’t you going to expel him from Dream International?” Firing him seems the most logical, cleanest solution.

It’s always safer to keep a close eye on such threats rather than leaving them unchecked and wondering where they’ll pop up next, he explains, his strategy cold and calculating.

I can see the logic, a spider’s wisdom, but I question the wisdom of letting a known poison continue to circulate in the bloodstream.

I can manage the installations you’ve requested. But I’m not an official employee here. My sudden, prolonged presence in the planning department would raise eyebrows.

I spend no more than an hour daily at Dream International. Installing software on a workstation is one thing; getting access to a personal mobile device is an entirely different, more delicate challenge.

Mikhail nods, considering my points. “Understood.” He glances at the clock. “Don’t leave just yet. Proceed to your workstation and await my further instructions.”

Just then, Harold enters with a file, announcing an imminent meeting. Mikhail’s expression darkens, the brief, focused collaboration between us over. He stands and departs with Harold for the conference room without another word.

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I watch his retreating figure, a mix of pity and admiration

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burdened by the mantle of leadership.

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The company has navigated this recent crisis without major, public issues. But my admirations rooted in something else. His first love married another man just yesterday, and here he is, today, dissecting corporate betrayal and treason as if it were just another day.

His emotional control is commendable, and perhaps a little terrifying.

This marks the first time I’ve actually sat at my designated workstation since the last virus incident. The space feels alien.

My new colleagues glance at me with open curiosity, their eyes making silent, questioning contact with each other. I don’t feel awkward. I simply settle into the chair, wake the computer, and let my fingers fly across the keyboard, deftly navigating the levels of a complex puzzle game to kill time.

You’re incredible!

A voice breathes beside me. I look over to see a young woman, April, her eyes wide with awe. “You cleared the most challenging level in under a minute!”

I offer a small, casual smile. “It’s merely a matter of understanding the program’s code. Once you grasp the underlying patterns, it’s quite straightforward.”

My expertise in deconstructing such systems is second nature.

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ore Gemma, right? April continues, leaning in slighty. “¿äÌΤ

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April. Why aren’t you here full–tie? It’s exhumating inat comit

to work every day,” she comple

in her voice,

Before I can formulate a polite, attention is snagged by Vicky

mine

committal response, my

down the corridor.

o our cubicle cluster, her gaze

The woman stops at the entranc sweeping over us before landing, with predatory focus, on me,

Why, you ask? Vicky answers for me, her voice a sneer. “Beenmae she works here merely through connections. I thought you were capable….”

She says, her eyes drilling into me, “but it turns out you’re just a fraud!”

The disdain in her eyes hits me with surprise, April, who had been so open and chatty a moment before, visibly shrinks back into her chair, falling into a terrified silence,

Dream International hired you to work, Vicky announces, her voice ringing through the department, “not to gossip and play games on company time! If any of you are discontent with that, you’re welcome to leave and play games at home 24/7.”

The threat is unmistakably, personally, aimed at me.

But I am no longer the woman who cowers before a tyrant.

I ignore her. My eyes remain fixed on my screen, my fingers continuing their dance over the keyboard, guiding my character through the digital labyrinth.

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