A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 183

“Tomorrow, we’ve got another client swinging by.” Hala finally finished typing up the day’s work, ran a spellcheck, and printed out several copies. She handed out the A4 sheets like a dealer at a poker game, “Take a look at the script, folks. If it’s all good, we’ll roll with it for next month’s launch. I’ve planted a ton of forks in the road, including two tragic endings–one where the lead bites the dust and another where the player kicks the bucket.”

“Oh man, those endings are gonna get us roasted alive,” someone groaned.

Baxter, tying her long hair back with a scrunchie, said, “Matilda, tough first day, huh? Burning the midnight oil already.”

“No worries,” Matilda replied, genuinely enjoying the vibe here. There was none of that cutthroat competition she’d seen in other workplaces.

“Let’s circle back for a quick meeting later. Orson, you done with those sketches?”

“Nope.” Orson had bags under his eyes big enough to qualify for carry–on luggage, a sure sign of sleep deprivation. Matilda half–expected him to face–plant into his monitor and snooze. “Hala just mentioned a client coming tomorrow, and I’m not in the mood to play host. Whoever’s got the bigger cojones can take it.”

Luna quipped, “That’s practically a dig at me.”

“I might be well–endowed in that department,” Hala added, “but I’m not going. Matilda, your turn.”

all

really say no.

client, will you? Maybe they’ll cough up a few million for our startup fund,” Orson said, eyeing

game in a heartbeat!” Yoshi piped up from a corner. “I’d be

a pillow,” Orson

looked

to

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marketing department. The place was a ghost town,

been dormant for far too long. As she stepped outside, she noticed a light drizzle had begun, casting a chilly dampness

caught up to her, umbrella in hand–a precaution he took ever since the rainy season started, keeping it

stand under the shelter of the doorway, taking his sweet time before he finally said, “Come here.”

at night, all the lights on the

hesitation, Orson clicked his tongue impatiently.

Matilda shuffled over