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    These two women had climbed the ranks over the years, and they weren’t about to let anyone push them out now.

    They exchanged a knowing look, no longer caring if they upset Celia, and leaned in closer to whisper.

    “I’m sorry, Miss Bailey,” one of them said softly, the words carrying weight as they finally grasped Katelyn’s real ce in all of this.

    Celia whirled around, her face twisting with shock and disbelief. How could they? They had actually turned their backs on her.

    Katelyn nced at them, a small smile ying on her lips.

    “What was that? Didn’t catch it. Speak up, or I can’t hear you.”

    Her words stirred frustration in the two women, who clenched their jaws and forced themselves to speak louder this time.

    “I’m sorry, Miss Bailey.”

    Katelyn gave a nod of approval, her attention shifting to Celia.

    With an arched brow, she asked, “What about you? Still not ready to apologize? Or are you prepared to be kicked out?”

    Celia’s face grew serious as the reality of her situation sank in. She lowered her head, her eyes shadowed by the weight of her emotions.

    “I was wrong,” she said quietly, her voice trembling with the effort to keep herposure.

    As Celia bowed, a fierce determination to seek revenge burned within her.

    Katelyn noticed the brief sh of distress on Celia’s face as she stepped closer.

    She spoke softly, but her words carried a deep sense of significance.

    “I’m not one to dig up details, but that doesn’t mean I’m out of the loop. If I catch any whispers around the office, you’ll be the first to know,” Katelyn said, her voice firm but calm.

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    “Do you get some kind of kick out of forming cliques and pushing people aside?” she added, her gaze sharp.

    From now on, Celia knew she would tackle any issues directly with Katelyn.

    She looked up, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

    She hadn’t anticipated Katelyn addressing her so openly. Katelyn gave her shoulder a light pat and spoke with an easy, rxed tone.

    “Be careful with what you say and work hard if you want to stay here for the long term. Remember this warning: if you don’t follow my rules, I can have Mr. Adams remove you from the city,” Katelyn said, her tone sharp and clear.

    Celia’s fists clenched tightly as she replied through gritted teeth,

    “I understand, Miss Bailey.”

    After delivering her stern warning, Katelyn turned and walked away.

    The three women’s faces darkened with growing frustration as Katelyn left the room.

    The woman with the flowing curls kept her gaze fixed on Katelyn’s retreating form until she was certain she could no longer be overheard. With a hint of frustration, she leaned closer and whispered,

    “Celia, don’t you think Katelyn is going too far? Are we supposed to just ept this?”

    Celia looked up, her face set in a hard line.

    “Not a chance,” she answered, her tone decisive.

    Katelyn walked back to the CFO’s office, blissfully unaware that, even though she was ready to move on, Celia had already rallied the entire design team to file aint against her.

    Vincent’s office was huge; it still felt open even with more than ten people squeezed inside.

    He nced at Celia’s resignation letter and then turned his attention to Katelyn, who sat quietly on the other side of the room.

    Celia’s eyes were red and swollen, clearly showing her frustration.

    “Mr. Adams, I’ve dedicated over ten years to thispany, treating it like my own home. I always thought I’d keep contributing to this team, but I never imagined management would turn against me. Our team only had a brief exchange, but Katelyn made us apologize. She threatened us with resignation and imed she was more crucial to you than our entire department.”

    Celia’s voice quivered with intense emotion and sharp usations, leaving Katelyn speechless. How could she do this?

    Katelyn had nned to let the matter go, but Celia had escted things.

    Now, Vincent had to decide whether to stand with Katelyn or with the entire design department.

    Vincent studied the resignation letter quietly, his gaze shifting to the group of staff standing behind Celia. They stood firm, their expressions resolute, clearly prepared to quit if needed.

    Vincent, familiar with Katelyn’s character, saw this for what it was: in workce bullying.

    With a measured move, he ced the resignation letter aside and fixed his gaze on Celia.

    “So, what’s really behind all this fuss?” he asked, his voice steady and direct.

    Celia spoke up quickly, her frustration clear.

    “I don’t want to resign, but Katelyn is making it impossible for us to stay. We’re all dedicated to our work and to thepany’s sess. Is she targeting us? Does she really want to see thepany fall apart?”

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