In the end, it still had to be Winona who stepped in.
Tyson had asked Winona before to help Celia out more, but she'd seemed reluctant at best.
Not that it mattered—Tyson knew how to coax her. If he pressed a little, Winona would never say no.
"You can go now. Ask Nona—Secretary Thorne—to come in."
He gently wiped Celia's tears, soothing her with soft words and promising to buy her the latest designer handbag. Only then did Celia finally, if grudgingly, make her way out of the office.
Not seeing Winona around, she asked someone and learned that Winona was in the break room.
Inside, the rich aroma of brewing coffee filled the air, but it did nothing to calm the anger and jealousy churning inside Celia. She glared daggers at Winona's back, as if she could tear her apart with a single look.
Winona hadn't turned around, but somehow she seemed to know exactly who had come in. "Can I help you?" she asked coolly.
"Ty wants to see you in his office," Celia replied, her voice icy.
Winona didn't hurry. She finished brewing her coffee with deliberate care, poured it into her mug, dropped in a sugar cube, and stirred it slowly.
Her calm, unbothered manner only fueled Celia's fury. "Did you not hear me?" Celia snapped.
Winona glanced up, her gaze sharp. "If you're asking for a favor, Celia, you might try asking nicely."
"You—" Celia's eyes went wide with anger. Suddenly she exploded, "It was you, wasn't it? You sabotaged me! You told the clients to make things hard for me, didn't you?"
"You're imagining things." Winona's lips curled in a faint, disdainful smile.


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