Time flew. Two years passed by, and Seamar City boomed.
The McKinney Group stood untouchable.
In the press hall, reporters swarmed Debra, who was wearing a black dress and gold-rimmed glasses.
She exuded sharp maturity after two years.
"Mrs. Houston, the McKinney Group is a top dog now. Why retire?"
"Rumor says it's pregnancy. You're retiring for your family. Is it true?"
"What's next for McKinney Group?"
...
Debra smiled on the podium. "Says who? It's a new era now. Pregnant women hustle everywhere. Guys stay at home and girls bring the bacon. It's the new trend. I'm stepping back to be a better me. It has been a wild ride. Thanks to my partners and friends, we made the McKinney Group great. But it's just one chapter, not my whole story. The company will keep serving as it did."
The doors swung open, and Juan strode in.
Cameras were directed at him and flashed. Whispers ensued.
"Mr. Nichols? What's he doing here?"
"I'm smelling a big scoop. They've dodged each other for years."
"You okay?" Juan asked.
"Thinking this is my last workday makes it fine," she replied.
She never got why he loved working so much.
Switching between meetings, schmoozing, managing files, closing deals, and going on trips was exhausting. And no matter how tired she was, she always had to smile for the press and the public.
The worst part? She had to fly to the next city after the conference.
She had been worn out physically and mentally.

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