No wonder he’d left so early this morning. He was picking up Sandra for the event.
Even when she had saved his life, he had never shown her such courtesy. It was true what they said: if you weren't loved, you got nothing.
On the bright side, Tess had called last night to say the Rosenberg Group was no longer pursuing the matter, and the person who actually published the story had been fired from her company.
Hannah and Anna took the elevator up. They didn't run into Sandra, but when they got to the conference hall, they found that the organizers had assigned all three of them seats together.
As they approached, they saw a crowd gathered around their row.
“Ms. Woods, I heard you joined the legal department at the Rosenberg Group! Congratulations!”
“We look forward to working with you, Ms. Woods. Here’s my card.”
“How are you recovering, Ms. Woods? You shouldn’t be pushing yourself so soon. You should still be resting.”
The crowd was so thick they couldn’t get to their seats, and the fawning voices were starting to grate on Hannah’s nerves.
“Excuse me,” Anna called out, her voice laced with forced cheerfulness. “Those are our seats. Could you please make some room?”
The crowd turned, but recognizing neither of them, the chattering paused for only a moment before resuming.
Sandra, however, spotted them through the throng. “Hannah!” she called out warmly, standing up. “Everyone, please excuse us. My friend is here, and the symposium is about to start. We shouldn't block the way.”
Hearing this, the crowd reluctantly dispersed, some even shooting annoyed glances at Hannah and Anna.
“You two know each other?” Anna whispered, her eyes wide.
Hannah nodded slightly. “We used to work at the same firm, but we weren’t close.”


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