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 dodged

Matilda couldn’t really say no. “Guess

our startup fund,” Orson said, eyeing Matilda as he

a

pillow,” Orson said

Yoshi looked baffled. “What for?”

to

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was a ghost town, which told her they didn’t burn the candle at both ends as her

at home with this gig. It had reignited a spark in her that had been dormant for far too long.

precaution he took ever since the rainy

the doorway, taking

taken 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

her hesitation, Orson clicked his tongue

Matilda shuffled over to him.