A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 182

Orson had no inkling that his first day at the new job would be so dramatic. The rookie in the cubicle next to him, with tears streaming down her face, looked at him

with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow.

Pointing at himself, Orson asked, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“No,” came the tearful reply.

Yet, that face… Matilda’s hands shook ever so slightly as she faced the uncanny resemblance. She had always thought fate to be cruel, but at this moment, she felt like she was being given a second chance.

She wiped away her tears and took the coffee mug Orson was offering. “You look just like a relative of mine who passed away.”

Orson paused, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. “So, you’re saying I remind you of someone who’s dead?”

Baxter and Yoshi tried to diffuse the tension, with Baxter chiding, “C’mon, big boy, why the long face? Our gal Matilda’s just feeling a bit sentimental, that’s all. No offense meant.”

the last time, stop calling me ‘big boy!”

up his teasing. “Chill out, T–Rex, don’t scare off our leading lady! Hey Matilda, check me out. I’m

mood. Orson, ever the stoic type, huffed and started sorting through his desk, booting up his computer for work, while Matildal sneaked another glance at his profile. He was the spitting image of

Gideon.

her, and she asked, “How old

face her with his strikingly pale face and piercing eyes that could give any runway model a run

couldn’t help but compare you

was about her

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laugh was cold. “Sorry to disappoint, but I never had an extra

knew the man before her wasn’t Gideon, Matilda’s heart ached.

mind Orson; he’s clueless when it comes to girls,” Yoshi said in an attempt to smooth things over. “He’s

respond; he only scoffed and began focusing on his work. He opened his drawing application while Matilda, on the other hand, was sketching designs for next spring’s fashion line, which she then bundled

flashed in his eyes when he saw the designs, Orson still critiqued the designs with his usual blunt candor. “Looks like recycled ideas to me. What do you think our game’s wardrobe is? A knockoff high–street brand?