Anne strode into her office, barely sparing a glance at the thick stack of files as she dropped them carelessly onto the desk.
With a sigh, she plopped into her chair, stretching her arms above her head before leaning back comfortably.
Her lips curled into a smirk.
"Denis Beaumont," she muttered under her breath. "You've seen the dedicated and hardworking Anne before—the one who followed your orders without question, never giving you a chance to complain. But now? Things have changed."
She crossed her legs, completely ignoring the files in front of her.
There was no way she would work for Denis—not anymore.
Reaching for her phone, she unlocked the screen and lifted it, angling it perfectly. A few quick snaps later, she reviewed the selfies, ensuring that the diamond ring on her finger was clearly visible.
With a satisfied smile, she tapped on her social media app, her fingers gliding over the keyboard as she typed a caption.
