Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Becky sensed that someone was staring at her and turned to look, only to find that Rory’s car was next to hers.

How unlucky!

She raised her eyebrows and quickly looked away.

Minutes ticked by but the traffic was unrelenting. At nine o’clock, Talia called. “Miss Ramos, will you attend the meeting later?”

“Yes. Please tell Mr. Perkins that I’m stuck in traffic and will be there in around ten minutes.”

“Okay, will do.”

Fortunately, as soon as she got off the phone with Talia, the road ahead cleared up.

Becky hurried to Fairway Group. The meeting was to be held at nine o’clock, and she was running late. By the time she arrived, the conference room was already full of people.

Becky pushed the door open and walked in. Elvin looked up at her and said with displeasure, “Miss Ramos is finally here. Let’s start.”

She knew she was in the

the villagers of the East Village. This was the project Becky had taken over the previous night, and the final result could be

things difficult

come up with a backup plan earlier this year. What I said

was unheard of for a new manager to scold a CEO like this. For a moment, the air in the meeting room was very

high position in Fairway Group for so many years and enjoyed a certain level of prestige. However, Becky was new here, and people with

the people present weren’t stupid, so they just

ten seconds had passed since Becky finished speaking, but nobody said

smiled and looked at Myron Barrett, the vice president. “Mr.

other in private. When she turned to him, Myron spoke up enthusiastically. “Miss Ramos surely is young, but I agree with her. The East Village has been trying to take advantage of us

department manager, who was sitting

so mad that his face turned a little purple. He shot Becky a glance

said the last few words through gritted

and