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Chapter 62 I Quit
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2025-07-05 11:37:00Minutes later, Violet Lin sashayed back to her desk.
Her smug little smirk said it all: she thought she’d bagged the project.
As she passed me, she let out a little scoff.
Had she pulled something shady again? Probably.
I didn’t bite. Didn’t even blink in her direction.
My proposal was solid.
But showing up late this morning was a stain I couldn’t scrub off.
If I were Eliza Black, I wouldn’t trust someone who couldn’t read a clock either.
Thirty agonising minutes later, Savannah stepped out of the office with her phone still in hand.
From the look on her face, she’d just hung up.
‘Eliza Black’s people got back to us,’ she said, scanning the room. ‘She picked Violet Lin.’
Silence.
Then—
‘Really?’ Violet gasped, one hand clutched to her cheek like she’d just been proposed to. ‘Eliza Black actual
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