The balcony was serene, bathed in the dwindling glow of the setting sun. Plush cushions rested on high-end hand woven HDPE wicker furniture, the faint scent of rare orchids lingering in the air.

Oxana placed her glass down with a clink. "I can’t drink any more of this stuff. Where’s Mo?"

Julianna straightened in her seat, adjusting the hem of her tailored skirt. "Mr. Mo," she corrected, her voice firm but carrying a youthful eagerness, as if the responsibility of defending his name was something she relished. "He’s with the new Senior Director, making sure she understands his standards."

She took a measured sip of wine, though her hands betrayed a hint of nervous energy, the kind that suggested she was ready to spring to attention at the slightest call. "You don’t get to own daylight by slacking. It takes long hours and real sacrifice." Her words brimmed with pride, her loyalty glowing as brightly as her neatly polished demeanor.

Oxana smirked, leaning back into the wicker chair. "Sacrifices? Wouldn’t know. I only see Mo when he’s smiling for cameras. Guess I’m not part of your exclusive late-night sacrifice club."

Julianna’s cheeks colored faintly, but she held her ground. "Clearly."

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