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Hattie casually tossed aside one of Patience's proposals. "I've seen enough. Clear out," she said, her voice laced with contempt. "And don't delude yourself about returning here—this isn't a recycling center for your failures." The team's respect for Patience deepened at Hattie's foolishness. "Don't worry. I won't be back," Patience replied coolly, her Alpha aura sharpening. "As for you, you're better suited for a recycling center." Hattie's face twisted, her vanilla pheromones sharpening—she'd been labeled garbage.

She rolled her eyes. Damen cleared his throat. Straighten his posture. “I was… You just… put me on the spot. I wasn’t… sure… which Eric you were… talking about.” He cautiously spoke. Nora dusted off her hands and stood up. “Okay. Whatever. You always have to be lame in the end.” She shook her head. “I’ll get going. I have work tomorrow. See ya later.” She hugged Penelope and then Damen. “Don’t try to be too smart with her. I won’t hesitate to break your bones if you did anything wrong.” She warned him.