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The following day, Linet and Anita arrived at the company in their usual flawless style—dressed to impress, with impeccable makeup and hair. They had spent the night strategizing their arrival, determined to set the tone for how they would be treated from then on.As they stepped through the glass doors of the company lobby, heads turned. The employees, who had only heard rumors about Anita’s new role and Linet’s possible involvement, were taken aback. The office, usually buzzing with a casual energy, fell into an almost hushed atmosphere as they walked in, both of them exuding an air of superiority and power.Anita, who had always been keenly aware of the importance of first impressions, took a slow, deliberate walk towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the polished floor with each step. Linet, following close behind, matched her pace perfectly, her eyes scanning the room as if measuring each employee’s worth.The receptionist, who had been busy answering the phone, looked up a
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Rita’s patience had worn thin, the sting of Linet’s insults festering deep inside her. She had been calm, composed, and controlled until now, but something snapped. Her hand moved faster than she could think, and with a sharp, resounding crack, her palm collided with Linet’s cheek.The sound of the slap echoed through the office, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.Linet’s head jerked to the side, her hair flying with the force of the blow. For a moment, she was frozen, her eyes wide in shock, as if she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The employees standing around them watched in disbelief, some whispering to each other in hushed tones while others simply stood there, too stunned to move.Linet’s hand instinctively went to her face, her fingers tracing the spot where the slap had landed, and then, with a growl of fury, she snapped.“You bitch!” she yelled, her voice venomous. Without thinking, Linet lunged at Rita, shoving her hard in the chest. The force of the push se
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Rita stormed into Harry’s office, her eyes burning with fury. She barely glanced at the secretary as she marched straight past her, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the hallway. She didn’t knock, just opened the door wide and let herself in, slamming it behind her.“Harry,” she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. “The company’s management needs a serious revisiting.”Harry was sitting behind his desk, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched his sister pace back and forth, her movements sharp and tense. He leaned back in his chair, doing his best to remain calm, though he couldn’t help but feel a little amusement bubbling inside him. Rita was adorable when she was angry, her cheeks flushed, her lips pursed in that familiar, fiery expression."Rita, calm down," Harry said, his tone soothing. He leaned forward slightly, trying to keep the situation under control. He had seen her like this before, and he knew it was just a matter of time before she'
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That evening, Rita stepped out of her car and took a deep breath of the cool night air. The soft lights of the lounge glowed warmly in front of her, and inside, music drifted gently through the windows. She had chosen this spot intentionally—quiet, familiar, and far away from the chaos of the company drama. She needed a break, and there was only one person she could truly relax around: her longtime friend, Janet.Janet was already waiting at a cozy corner booth, waving enthusiastically the moment she saw Rita. With her ever-vibrant energy and sassy charm, Janet was the kind of friend who made the weight of the world feel lighter—at least for a while.“Girl! You finally made it!” Janet said, getting up to hug her. “I was beginning to think you chickened out on me.”Rita chuckled softly, easing into the seat across from her. “I needed a breather. Work’s been… a mess.”Janet arched a brow playfully. “That serious? Come on, spill it.”The waitress arrived and took their orders. Janet orde
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It wasn’t planned, and honestly, everything at work is turning into a circus. Linet’s been a nightmare, the manager’s playing favorites, people are whispering behind my back—”“And you’ve got a whole tiny human in there while dealing with that mess?” Janet gasped. “You deserve an award—or maybe a foot massage. Or both!”“I just wanted a break tonight,” Rita said, sipping her juice. “To be with someone who doesn’t have a hidden agenda.”Janet leaned over and squeezed her hand. “You’ve always been the strong one, Ri. I know things are messy now, but you’re not alone. You’ve got me. And this baby? This baby is going to have the coolest mom ever.”Rita’s eyes misted over, but she blinked quickly and gave Janet a teary smile. “You’re the best.”Janet grinned. “Duh. Now finish your juice, mama. We’re toasting to new beginnings—with vitamin C, of course.”They both laughed, and for the first time in days, Rita felt like herself again. The fight, the gossip, the betrayal—none of it mattered i
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The Day Before the Big Bid Presentation – Office headquartersThe air in the office was thick with pressure. Desks were littered with coffee cups, sticky notes, and half-eaten snacks. The marketing team had been working around the clock for days preparing for the most crucial bid of the year—an international project that could thrust the company into an entirely new league.Everyone was exhausted, running on fumes and anticipation. Yet no one complained. This deal was everything.Rita sat in the conference room, laptop open, fine-tuning the final slides. Despite her fatigue and the quiet flutters in her belly reminding her she wasn’t alone anymore, she stayed focused. This presentation was her responsibility. Her department. Her name on the line.But somewhere down the hallway, behind the tinted glass of the executive office, Anita leaned back in her chair, a malicious smirk curving her lips.“She’s too confident lately,” Anita muttered to Linet, who stood by the door like a guard dog
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When the office buzz finally dulled and the storm of sabotage settled into quiet whispers, Rita found herself alone at her desk, the glow of her computer casting soft shadows across her weary face. Her fingers absentmindedly grazed the edge of a delicate bouquet placed on the corner—white lilies and blush roses, fresh and fragrant.She hadn’t thought much of them at first. With everything going on—the chaos, the shame attempt, the endless meetings—they had simply been a gentle backdrop to her madness. But now, in the calm after the storm, her gaze drifted to the small card tucked between the stems.She pulled it out slowly, her eyes narrowing on the neat, careful handwriting.“Just a reminder: you are stronger than you think. – ”Her breath caught.Anthony.A soft, nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Of course it was him. Anthony had always had this quiet way of showing up—never loud, never demanding, but always… present. Always watching out for her like the older broth
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Rita couldn’t sleep. The discovery that Linet had been stalking her was bad enough, but her gut told her there was more—something deeper and more sinister. She decided not to stop at Fred’s findings.With her brother's help, she pulled call logs, pieced together timelines, and tapped into a few conversations through a trusted source in IT. What she uncovered next made her blood run cold.Linet had met Sarry. Multiple times.One particularly telling message exchange showed a planned meeting at a quiet café in town—days before the dramatic restaurant outburst.“I’ll get you what you need. Just make sure she feels it.” —Linet“I need proof. I can't embarrass myself without something solid.” —SarryNow it all made sense.The staged photo. The perfect timing. The convenient rage.Rita’s heart pounded. They had planned it—conspired behind her back to ruin her publicly, all because of jealousy and unreciprocated love.Later that afternoon, as Rita was still processing the betrayal, her phone
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