Sophia Reed gave a slight nod, basking in the attention.
She moved gracefully through the office space.
Every employee she passed offered a respectful nod or a bow.
Their voices were filled with deference.
“Good morning, Miss Reed!”
“Hello, Miss Reed!”
“Welcome, Miss Reed!”
Each greeting boosted Sophia’s confidence.
Her satisfaction grew with every step.
It was clear that Victoria Blackwood’s support had spread throughout the company.
Sophia straightened her posture and walked with even more assurance.
She arrived at the marketing department.
The office was spacious, bright, and full of energy.
“Miss Reed!” The marketing manager greeted her with great respect. “What brings you here today?”
“Just looking around.” Sophia’s tone was cool and composed.
Her eyes scanned the room and landed on a document on a desk. “What is this?”
The manager quickly retrieved the file.
He presented it to Sophia with both hands.
“This is the partnership proposal we’ve prepared for Silverwood Estate. But…” He hesitated, looking uneasy.
“But what?” Sophia pressed, her voice sharp with impatience.
“Ms. Sterling has rejected our proposals multiple times. Despite our best efforts, we haven’t been able to secure her agreement,” the manager explained cautiously.
Sophia flipped through the pages, her expression tightening.
Silverwood Estate was a prestigious, high-end resort located in the suburbs.
Securing a partnership with them would be a major achievement for the branch.
“I believe Mr. Blackwood might know Ms. Sterling personally…” the manager hinted tentatively. “Perhaps he could help…?”
A spark of opportunity ignited in Sophia’s eyes.
That was a promising angle indeed.
She masked her eagerness with a calm smile. “Leave this to me.”
Relief washed over the manager. “It’s all yours, Miss Reed! Thank you!”
Anticipation surged through Sophia.
This was her chance to impress Ethan and solidify her position within the company.
Inside an exclusive members-only club, a group of elegantly dressed socialites chatted and laughed lightly.
Eleanor Grant stood among them, wearing a dark green gown that accentuated her regal elegance.
She held a champagne flute, sipping politely, though her mind was elsewhere.
“Have you heard the latest news? A new jewelry design studio is making waves. It’s led by a designer named Isabella Scott. I’ve heard her pieces are extraordinary!” a woman in a red gown whispered excitedly.
“Isabella? Wasn’t she the one who designed jewelry for Sterling Industries but lost that Rosalia Pink Diamond?” another woman asked, her voice dripping with contempt.
“Yes, that’s her! Can you believe she replaced it with a sapphire!”