Chapter 651
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Alani replied with effortless poise, “It’ll be a pleasure to work with you.”
Ethan led Brenna through the offices, pointing out two managerial ones—one larger, one smaller. “The 58th floor’s layout is identical,” he said. “Arrange it however you want. Each floor has its own pantry and restrooms. Dedicated housekeeping covers both, so you won’t need to worry about upkeep.”
“You’ve really thought of everything,” Brenna said. She was thoroughly impressed with the offices—they were expansive, sleek, and elegantly designed. The desks were generously sized, the sofas were crafted from premium leather, and even the plants and decor were meticulously chosen.
“The cafeteria’s on the second and third floors,” Ethan said. “Free meals for all staff, your team included. We’ve got a wide variety of food options.”
The open workspace featured nearly two hundred workstations, neatly organized into sections, complete with printers, shredders, and other vital equipment.
“This is massive compared to my old office space,” Brenna said, taking it all in. She did a quick mental tally. With just over a hundred employees now, she could scale her team tenfold and still have space to spare.
After a pause, she added, “One floor is already enough for my team.”
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit,” Ethan replied, his tone earnest. “With your talent and reputation, your team will balloon tenfold in no time. I would bet the two floors will be packed with your employees within two years.”
Brenna nodded lightly. “You’re likely right. When I was trapped under the Barrett family, I barely had a moment to grow my business. They drained me dry, and my studio just languished.”
Just then, a piercing scream suddenly echoed from the restroom. Ethan frowned, instantly suspecting Minna was staging another bid for his attention.
In the elevator, Brenna glanced up at Ethan, her voice icy and edged with irritation. “Miss Davies seems to be in some distress. Aren’t you going to check on her?”
A faint spark of hostility flickered in her eyes, her anger barely masked. Since Elsa had pushed Minna onto Ethan, surely he could reassign her elsewhere. Perhaps send her on an extended business trip?
Brenna refused to believe he was powerless to remove her.
Ethan’s expression softened as he met Brenna’s gaze. The tension in his brow eased, replaced by a subtle, indulgent smile. He could see it—Brenna was jealous. It was the clearest sign she cared about him.
A quiet joy surged within him. He pressed the elevator’s close button with a casual flick and said, “Even if she were dying, I wouldn’t spare her a glance.”
Brenna huffed, shooting him a mock glare. “What are you smiling at?” she snapped, though inwardly, she was pleased with Ethan. No matter what schemes Elsa concocted, Ethan only loved her.
Outside the restroom, Alani and five cleaners were bustling about, gearing up to polish desks and office equipment.
Martha McGill, an older cleaner with a warm spirit, halted when she heard the sound from the restroom. Worry etched across her features as she spoke up. “Alani, did you catch that noise? Should we go see what’s wrong? You all keep working; I’ll go take a look.”
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