Noreen felt bad for dragging her team out for an all-nighter and decided to order some food and drinks as a small thank you. She had just pulled out her phone when a delivery person arrived at the door of Hall A.
He called out to the people inside, “I have a delivery for a Ms. Bianca Lowell?”
“That’s me,” Bianca said, rising from her chair and walking toward the door.
“Coffee and pastries from a Mr. Harcourt,” the delivery person said. “Please sign here.”
“Of course.” After signing, Bianca immediately called Seth, her voice sweet with delight. “Seth, I got the coffee and pastries you sent! I thought you would have been asleep by now.”
“I’m not tired. How could I be tired just sitting here and pointing?”
“It’s been so busy these past few days, I haven’t had a chance to spend any time with you. Once PerseTech’s IPO is a success, we’ll go on a proper vacation.”
Bianca continued her call, completely oblivious to anyone else around her.
Noreen checked the delivery apps on her phone and saw that the earliest anything could arrive was in an hour. She was about to offer to drive and pick something up herself when Sophia and the rest of the team arrived, their hands full of bags.
“Noreen!” Sophia called out with a grin. “I brought coffee, drinks, and pastries for everyone. A little something to keep us going.”
Noreen breathed a sigh of relief. Her assistant was becoming more and more indispensable. For a moment, she could finally relax.
***
Especially Healy. They had been friends for years, yet Noreen had turned him against her with just a few words. He had grown distant, cold. He used to be so active in their group chat, but now he rarely said a word. She had sent out an invitation to the roadshow in the group, and he hadn’t even bothered to respond. He was clearly pretending he hadn’t seen it.
Yvonne had also faced her share of snubs from Mrs. Naylor lately, and the mere mention of her name soured her mood. “Let’s not talk about her. The point is, most of the circle will be there. Just make sure you put on a good show and don’t embarrass me.”
“I will.”
“And one more thing, don’t let Lillian come,” Yvonne added. “That little scandal of hers has died down, but if someone recognizes her, it could reflect badly on you.”
Bianca agreed. Lillian, who had overheard the entire conversation, slumped. She had been hoping to see Healy at the event.
Knowing what she was thinking, Bianca tried to console her.

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