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I Never Knock When I Come Into My Office

Author: Jarish143
last update Last Updated: 2024-02-26 12:50:35

The meeting room was dead silent for a full minute.

Mr. Skilinzie's face was red, and he did not expect that Jenna would turn the gun on them. He said, "It's not..."

Jenna interrupted him without a care. "I believe you've all received notice this morning that I'm managing everything in the company in Mr. Anderson's absence. I'm in charge of this project, so if you don't want to be a part of it from now on, hand me your letter of resignation immediately. Your positions will be replaced by your deputies. I will explain everything to Mr. Anderson."

The people in the room were shocked and silenced. They had all stepped over each other to climb to their department head positions, and their deputies were eyeing their spots. It was a sought-after position, so no one dared to act rashly at this moment.

Although they could not stand that Jenna had parachuted into her Vice President position, they could all tell how much Gino had supported her since the first day she arrived. They knew that t
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    Jenna stood before a gilded floor-length mirror as the final touches were being made to her transformation. Her father, Marcus, had spared no expense—only the best artists in the country were invited to dress his daughter, the heiress of the Anderson Empire. The room buzzed with quiet precision as stylists flitted around her like devoted attendants to royalty. Jenna sat calmly, her hair elegantly pinned into a smooth, timeless chignon. Her makeup was a masterclass of understated opulence—glowing skin, softly defined eyes with flecks of gold shimmer, and lips in a deep red hue that spoke of power and grace.Her gown was custom-made by a legendary designer from Paris—a dramatic yet elegant piece of pure white silk, with golden embroidery tracing down the corseted bodice like veins of royalty. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly before flaring out into a flowing train embroidered with tiny hand-stitched crystals that shimmered like stars. Her heels were Louboutin, custom-ordered in ma

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    Marcus held the phone to his ear, trying to maintain composure despite the bile rising in his throat. Jenna and Gino watched him closely, gauging his reaction as the call came through from Chairman Hidalgo."Chairman Anderson, since you're back, let me give you a warm welcome. How about a drink?" Chairman Hidalgo offered in a tone that was too casual for Marcus's liking.Marcus inhaled deeply. "No need for that, Chairman Hidalgo. My family is in a bit of a mess right now, so I'm not particularly in the mood for drinks," he replied, keeping his voice calm and even."Just because of a woman? Nothing to be upset about," Chairman Hidalgo scoffed on the other end.Marcus's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond to the jab. He remained polite. "Actually, I'm calling to ask a favor." Chairman Hidalgo added."The Anderson Empire's upcoming anniversary celebration will be in a few days. Let me invite you and your family. Let's talk about that then."There was a brief pause before Hidalgo replied

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    After Jenna ended the call with Old Master Hidalgo, her eyes immediately narrowed with resolve. With no intention of showing any more leniency, she tapped Gino’s contact and pressed dial. Gino picked up almost instantly, his voice bright. “Little sister, to what do I owe the honor?” Jenna didn’t bother with pleasantries. “When will Dad be back?” Gino chuckled knowingly. “Miss him already?” A soft smile graced Jenna’s lips. “I want to pick him up at the airport myself.” Gino paused for a moment, his tone turning slightly more serious. “That’s sweet, but I’m worried it might be dangerous. Reporters are still swarming your condo building. Dad’s flight lands tomorrow.” Jenna shrugged it off. “I’ll hire a couple of bodyguards and some decoy vehicles. I’m sure we can avoid attention.” Gino sighed. “Alright, I’ll take care of it. I’ll send Luke to coordinate everything. Don’t take any risks, Jenna.” “Thank you, Gino,” she replied sincerely. “So, how are things with you two?”

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