In early winter, the weather was gloomy. As the clock struck nine in the morning, crystalline snow pellets fell from the sky, melting into water on the ground, making the entire street wet. Jenny wore a blue woolen dress with a satchel slung across her body. She stepped down from the carriage, took off her white narrow-brimmed hat, tucked it under her arm, turned sideways to look inside the carriage, said something to the person inside, and then walked toward the entrance of the building. The carriage moved again. Zweit had to visit a business partner today. Jenny entered the company alone, nodding at the employees who greeted her.
She stepped into the hydraulic elevator, feeling several pairs of eyes on her back. It wasn't surprising. They had all seen her get out of the boss's carriage, which bore the family crest, but they had also read the unfavorable articles about her editorial team in the newspapers. This left the employees thoroughly puzzled. What exactly was Miss Jones's relationship with the boss? If it was so intimate, why wouldn't he suppress such news?
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