Brenda, who noticed the shadow that passed by the corridor, suddenly squinted her eyes in deep suspicion. She glanced at her Boss and his fiancée, who were engrossed in listening to the presentation of their wedding planner, totally lost in their own little world of fabric swatches and flower arrangements. “No one should ruin my boss and Ms. Ameelah’s happy moment,” she thought fiercely to herself, her protective instincts as an executive assistant instantly kicking into high gear.
“Ahh, Boss, excuse me for a while,” Brenda said, and without waiting for Darmiel’s reply, she headed out of the room. She walked fast, her high heels tapping with an angry, urgent rhythm against the floor. When she turned the corner and saw the woman who always made her blood boil, her jaw clenched in absolute
