Stella's POV:
The next day at work, we heard that two vice presidents from the group's headquarters were coming to inspect our company.
Every woman in the marketing center had dressed up meticulously.
Even Mia, who had been giving me the cold shoulder for days, had made an effort.
She wore a bright yellow silk scarf around her neck, a sleek black business suit, and brand-new Gucci high heels.
Her makeup was flawless, and she walked with her head held high, her confidence palpable. As a fellow woman, even I couldn't help but admire her.
She called everyone to a meeting in the lobby.
On the other hand, Sheila remained consistent with her usual business attire and makeup.
The assistant, Missy, happened to be standing with us. She nudged Sheila's arm and whispered, "Sheila, what's goin
