As Ezra shut the file before him, he sighed heavily. He lifted his gaze to the door, pondering whether he had been unfairly antagonistic towards her. Deep down, he knew she hadn’t made the mistake in question; rather, it seemed that someone within the company was scheming to have her fired, likely out of jealousy for her quick rise to a level six duty since she just arrived. With urgency, he picked up the landline on his desk and called Milan to his office. She came in quickly, her expression curious but professional.
Ezra put the phone down, clasped his hands together, and asked about the duchess's arrival.
Milan shrugged. "No, sir, not at all. Is there an issue?”
He took a moment to collect his thoughts. “The level six office has a rat who doesn't want Miss Facer here. I want to find
