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Chapter 8: Bittersweet Generous

Imogen took a deep, heavy swallow, suppressing the sourness that threatened to overwhelm her throat. “But Sarah’s image doesn’t align with the product theme,” she said.

Troy shrugged, his tone resolute. “That’s on you now. You have the means to make it work. This endorsement is crucial for Sarah, and you’ll have to oversee the entire process.”

Numbness spread over Imogen, her face stiff and devoid of emotion. She struggled to comprehend the situation and how Troy could expect her to manage this delicate situation.

‘Does he truly believe I’m just a robot, devoid of feelings?‘ Imogen lamented internally. ‘Doesn’t he understand how painful this is for me?”

“Okay. I will do my best,” Imogen managed to say, her voice hoarse and strained, as if each word was an immense effort.

In the restroom, Imogen felt the turmoil within her erupt. She retched repeatedly, but nothing- came out. She gently caressed her lower abdomen, seeking solace for herself and the tiny life growing within her.

The mirror before her reflected a woman with a pale face and reddened eyes. Imogen splashed cold water on her face, attempting to regain composure.

‘You can handle this. You’re strong, just like you promised your father, she reassured herself. ‘And now, you have another reason to be strong–the baby inside you.‘

Returning to her office, Imogen called Lyka to apologize and appease her. She arranged another endorsement for Xena with a smaller perfume brand, promising that Xena would be a priority for future opportunities. Only then did Lyka relent.

Afterward, Imogen gathered her department staff for a meeting to discuss three potential options for Sarah’s endorsement. She also instructed her assistant to arrange a meeting with Sarah’s agent to finalize the details.

She focused on her tasks, determined

office, looking wearily at the

heavy with mixed emotions. Troy’s generous offer of two villas, two luxury cars, and three million dollars felt ironic, considering

she thought, managing a

followed shortly by Henry, the Director of Operations, the Product Manager, the Chief Designer,

said, “Go outside and contact Sarah’s

assistant returned and reported, “Ms. Forbes, I’ve urged them. They said they’ll

on, and the Operations Director

“What’s the phone number of Sarah’s

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of people finally entered the room through the

Page. Mr. Marshall, why are you here too?” asked one of the staff members, a hint of confusion in his voice.

goose–yellow long dress, clung tightly to Troy’s arm. And Troy, dressed impeccably in a suit she had picked out for

exchanged knowing glances, seemingly understanding the rumors circulating for a long time. Sarah Page, the

felt a faint pain in her heart, but she clenched her fingers and composed herself. “Mr. Marshall, Ms. Page, since you’re here, let’s start

friends. The emotions were too complex, and she couldn’t bear to witness the depth of love between Sarah and Troy. It was torture Imogén

to see Imogen and took her hand, saying, “Imogen,

too.”

at Sarah’s hand, then discreetly withdrew her own, offering a