The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 827:

While it was widely understood that Brenna’s beans were off-limits, she had once casually said anyone could help themselves. That offhand remark gave Greta just enough wiggle room to get away with this.

So, Lorna couldn’t call her out directly.

She simply nodded. “Of course. Just wondering.”

Without another word, Greta picked up two cups of coffee and headed out. Lorna trailed behind at a distance, watching her knock on Brenna’s door and walk in.

Back at her desk, Lorna sank into her chair. Turning to the coworker beside her, she muttered, “Any idea who’s in Brenna’s office? When the guest arrived, I was in the break room.”noveldrama

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of the male colleague’s mouth. Everyone in the design department had picked up on Greta’s intentions, even if no one had ever said it aloud. With a touch of dry sarcasm, he replied, “Mr. Mitchell is in there.”

Lorna rolled her eyes. Greta had pulled stunts like this several times before, and Brenna hadn’t said anything about it.

Irritation bubbling over, Lorna muttered, “Why does she always pull this crap? She walks in with coffee like that’s her job, and if Mr. Harper asks about it later, I’ll be the one getting blamed.”

The male colleague just shrugged before getting back to his work.

Left stewing in frustration, Lorna sat at her desk, staring daggers at Brenna’s closed office door. Three whole minutes ticked by, and still no sign of Greta coming out.

After a moment, she stood and made her way back to the break room, returning with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice in hand. Inside Brenna’s office, Greta’s presence didn’t bother Brenna. Even when it was just Ethan and her here, sweet talk wasn’t exactly their style.

Standing close to Ethan with a polished smile, Greta leaned in slightly. “I’m not sure if the flavor’s to your liking… or Brenna’s. You should try it and see what you think.”

Ethan’s gaze dropped to the cup. The heart-shaped design floating on the surface spoke volumes; Greta must have spent considerable time perfecting this. He didn’t touch it.

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But to Ethan, the gesture felt overly personal and inappropriate for a professional setting. He found Greta’s eagerness excessive. She was a design department engineer; why wasn’t she focusing on her work?

Across the desk, Brenna hadn’t touched the coffee, either. She said to Ethan, “I was just about to go find you. There’s something I need to say to you.”

Ethan responded in a warm tone, “What is it?”

“We’re hitting capacity with our current prosthetic orders,” Brenna said. “I know your company has a factory that could handle it, but its schedule is packed. Is there any way you could move us up the queue?” She smiled lightly, her eyes steady on his.

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