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Chapter: 867
However, their tranquility was quickly disrupted.
Brian made an internal call, summoning Rosalynn and Maggie to the CEO’s office for Lunch.
Rosalynn furrowed her brow, wondering if the purpose of their visit to the studio was solely for this
Lunch meeting.
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“Maggie, Brian wants us to have Lunch in the CEO’s office. Let’s go,”
Rosalynn informed her.
Maggie was taken aback and hesitated. “Rosalynn, can I refuse to go?”
She didn’t want to have much interaction with Sanford at the moment.
“Maggie, believe it or not, if you refuse, they’ll find other ways to make you go,” Rosalynn replied,
acknowledging the power dynamic at play.
At last, Rosalynn steered Maggie into the CEO’s office.
Brian, with a flicker of surprise, looked at the women who had obediently entered his territory.
“Please, make yourselves comfortable.”
Brian had been convinced that several invitations would be needed to coax them into his office.
Their immediate arrival had caught him off guard.
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Without a hint of emotion coloring her features, Rosalynn led Maggie to the lounge area and took a
seat.
Rarely had Sanford bothered to lay out cutlery and plates with such meticulous courtesy.
Keeping her gaze Low, Maggie seated herself next to Rosalynn, carefully avoiding Sanford’s eyes.
“These dishes are from Atera Restaurant. I hope they are to your Liking.”
Sanford’s glance brushed past Maggie as he reached for her bowl to serve her soup.
Simultaneously, Brian extended his hand for Rosalynn’s bowl.
In an unspoken agreement, a compromise that betrayed a twinge of regret in their eyes, Sanford
yielded, allowing Brian to serve first.
With an unchanging countenance, Brian spooned a serving of soup into Rosalynn’s bowl.