Noreen was no stranger to these little feminine games. She just found Bianca's performance a bit amateurish. Her best friend, Claire, was practically an award-winning actress in comparison; her subtlety was far more natural. Noreen's gaze rested on Bianca for only a few seconds before she looked away, uninterested in anything that didn't concern her.
By the time Noreen got back to her office, she was feeling dizzy. She asked her assistant, Sophia Cole, to make her a packet of cold and flu powder.
"You were fine this morning. How did you catch a cold after just one trip to Ascendancy Group?" Sophia asked, her face etched with worry.
"The air conditioning at Ascendancy is like they don't have to pay the bills. It was on the lowest setting, and I was sitting right under a vent for twenty minutes. Luckily, the meeting was quick, otherwise I might have passed out right there." Noreen wasn't exaggerating. The memory of the icy blast still made her shiver.
The mere mention of Ascendancy Group soured Sophia's mood. "Did Bitch Bianca pull some stunt again?"
Noreen couldn't help but smile at the nickname. "You've been hanging out with Claire too much." "Bitch Bianca" was Claire's creation, and after just a few days of contact, Sophia had adopted it with gusto.
"And you're laughing!" Sophia chided her.
But Noreen was in a surprisingly good mood, completely unaffected by the people she'd encountered. Whether it was Bianca or Seth, they couldn't get to her anymore. So she could laugh.
Sophia, however, was still fuming. "Did you see the news this morning? Bitch Bianca is flaunting her academic credentials again. It even boosted Ascendancy's stock price. She's like a cockroach you just can't kill!"



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