Abigail’s Second Life

They really think L.Moon is easy to bully, huh? she mused.

When it cto dealing with the crew, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve to make them regret it!

Even if Sean couldn't lend a hand, could she really not handle those jokers in the business world?

With "Red Beauty" facing widespread fan boycotts, Kevin's company pulled out its investment too. Abigail's

moves inadvertently gave him the perfect excuse to make a smooth exit.

As soon as she set down her phone, Kevin barged in without knocking.

"You really should start knocking." Abigail frowned.

"Where's Irene?" Kevin asked as he loosened his tie with a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Abigail shot him an incredulous look. "She's obviously at her own desk. Do you think she works in my office?"

Kevin turned to leave.

"I'm talking to you," Abigail couldn't help but interject. "Are you seriously considering getting involved with her?

Irene is my employee. If anything happens because of your relationship, it won't end well for you."

"Abigail, love is something you shouldn't meddle with," he chuckled before quickly making his exit.

Abigail sighed helplessly.

He was right. They were all grown-ups now, each responsible for their own lives and decisions.

Irene sat quietly with a pen in her hand as she poured her thoughts into her diary when Kevin's unexpected

presence caused her to jump.

She immediately concealed her diary and blinked up at him. "What brings you here?"

"Just checking in on you. Are you still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with a grin. Irene's discomfort

prickled beneath her skin, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.

It was no secret that she wasn't the most popular person in the design department.

Kevin's comment elicited subtle exchanges of glances among a few nearby girls.

"Is there something you need?" Irene's voice remained composed, masking any hint of unease.

"Care to step outside for a chat?" He proposed.

Irene carefully stowed her diary in her bag and turned her attention to the drawing software on her computer.

"I'm still busy with work. How about during lunchtime?" Kevin glanced at his wristwatch and realized that

lunchtwas fast approaching. With a nod, he uttered, "Alright," before making his way out of the room.

A few girls from the design department shared a knowing chuckle as soon as he left.

Meanwhile, Irene sat at her desk, feeling uneasy. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the mouse. Sear*ch

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Danielle, known for her designs for Fairy Meadow, was the first to break the silence with a sneer. "With all the

orders flooding in from the entertainment industry, why is it that only your designs seem to encounter issues?

Just because Miss Quinn is embroiled in online feuds with other production crews doesn't excuse your

shortcomings," she remarked, her tone laced with mockery.

Floyd, who specialized in designs for young entertainers, chimed in with a sarcastic jab as he leaned back in his

chair, it's true. Sneaking in through the back door only serves to highlight your lack of genuine talent. If | were in

your shoes, | wouldn't even have the nerve to remain at L.Moon, let alone consider what kind of company it is."

Another voice joined the chorus of criticism. "It's always convenient to have someone covering for you. No

matter how incompetent you may be, you somehow manage to find a place among us." Irene's face drained of

color as she slowly released her grip on the mouse, her gaze fixed blankly on the computer screen. In the

presence of these design geniuses, she felt as insignificant as a speck of dust. Deep down, she grappled with the

harsh reality that she couldn't measure up to those blessed with natural talent. It was a daunting realization

which left her feeling utterly powerless and trapped. Talent, she mused, it just divides people into different

classes.

Finally, at noon, Irene emerged from the office.

Upon stepping out of the office, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a fleeting sense of calm washed over her.

Once upon a time, she prided herself on her strength.

But since joining L.Moon, she discovered that her resilience wasn't as unyielding as she had imagined. No matter

how diligently she worked, she couldn't measure up to the talent of the company's designers. Even when Abigail

extended opportunities her way, they always seemed to slip through her grasp. No matter how many books she

flipped through and how much history she studied day and night, she couldn't change her current situation.

The relentless pressure weighed on her like a burden too heavy to bear, squeezing the air from her lungs day in

and day out.

She had pinned her hopes on the success of "Red Beauty" to garner recognition from everyone, but

unforeseen obstacles kept arising.

Caught in the crossfire of corporate clashes, she felt like a pawn on a chessboard, unable to make her move.

"Why did you cout first, Irene?" Kevin's voice shattered the silence behind her.

Her muscles tensed for a fleeting moment before she turned slowly and locked eyes with his cheerful gaze. An

inexplicable anger brewed within her for no apparent reason.

He looked so carefree, as though he had no burdens of his own.

"Mr. Stewart, how many times do | have to ask you to refrain from dropping by my office?" Irene suppressed her

discomfort and asked politely.

She was well aware of her position and resisted the urge to lash out at him because she knew it would be

unwise.

"I'm genuinely worried about you." Kevin's sincerity was evident in his voice.

Irene made an effort to quell the

emotions bubbling within her and responded with poise, "Mr. Stewart, there's truly no need to concern yourself

with such trivial matters This is simply part of our job; we encounter unforeseen challenges every day. If

something as minor as this has you fretting, then what purpose does my presence serve here?"

Kevin sensed a shift in her demeanor and was on the verge of probing further when she continued, "I sincerely

wish you would refrain from visiting the office to see me. Regardless of the circumstances, I'll manage just fine."

"Irene, | genuinely care about you." His brow furrowed. Even if she didn't want him around the office, there was

no need for her to brush off his genuine concern, was there?

"| didn't ask for your concern. Why do you expectto express gratitude simply because you're worried about

me?" Her tone inadvertently grew colder.

Kevin found himself speechless in the face of her retort.

"I'm off to lunch now," she said quietly and turned to leave.

Normally, she would dine in the cafeteria, but today, she wanted to avoid the scrutiny of her colleagues.