She glanced at the office behind her, already echoing with the sounds of renovation. After a moment’s hesitation, Silvia decided to dial the number again.
The call barely had time to ring before someone picked up. On the other end, a woman’s voice answered, brimming with excitement, as if she’d been hoping Silvia would call.
“Ms. Ashford… We honestly didn’t know who else to turn to. Mr. Barlow wants to move the company to the capital, but none of us want to go with him. So we wanted to ask you…”
Back when Silvia was still with the company, everything ran smoothly. The business was solid, the team was steady—everyone knew Silvia was a huge part of that, but no one really believed the company would fall apart without her. Not until she left.
Under Shipley and Vianne’s leadership, things took a nosedive. Only then did everyone realize who the real linchpin had been. And now, with the company relocating anyway, some figured it was time to take a chance—maybe Silvia would take them in.
If not, they’d be stuck under Shipley, with all the uncertainty that came with it. Who knew when the next disaster would hit, and then they’d be out of a job for good.
Silvia stood frozen as she listened, her slim fingers tightening around her phone.
She remembered Shipley mentioning the move to the capital, but she’d brushed it off as another one of his jokes. Now, though, she realized he’d meant every word.
Her gaze drifted to the empty office next door. The room was pitch black, and something in her chest tightened.
No way. It couldn’t be that much of a coincidence.

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