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.”

client that they all dodged like a pop quiz?

really say no. “Guess I’ll give it a

million for our startup fund,” Orson said, eyeing Matilda as he tweaked a graphic.

few million, I’d ditch this whole girly sim game in a heartbeat!” Yoshi piped up from a corner. “I’d be crafting

Yoshi a pillow,” Orson

Yoshi looked baffled. “What

needs to dream.”

Chapter 183

a ghost town,

for far too

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

under the shelter of the doorway, taking his sweet time before

aback for a moment, her gaze fixed on his face in the dim light. The studio was nestled within an office building, and by ten at night, all the lights on the first floor were off, leaving only the emergency exits and the elevator glowing faintly. In the shadowy light, Orson’s face seemed distant, almost otherworldly.

Orson clicked his tongue impatiently.

start, Matilda shuffled over to