CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT - THE DANCE OF FATE

   Cheers!" As applause filled the room, Nia locked eyes with Leon across the crowd. The guilt she felt must have been evident on her face because Leon's expression softened, a mix of concern and something that looked almost like resignation. The party concluded with a group photo, orchestrated by the PR team. Nia found herself sandwiched between Justin and Leon, their arms around her waist in a show of camaraderie. As the photographer counted down, Nia plastered on her best smile, acutely aware of the two men beside her and the complicated web of emotions that connected them all. The flash went off, capturing a moment that looked perfect on the surface but concealed a storm of conflicting feelings beneath. As the crowd began to disperse, Nia lingered, her mind racing with thoughts of the changes that lay ahead. Monday morning arrived with an unexpected storm of controversy. Nia had barely settled into her office when Mr. Harlow, the head of the janitorial department, burst in, hi