Abigail’s Second Life

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

When it came to dealing with the drama 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.

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

her diary and blinked up at him. "What brings you

you. Are you still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with

secret that she wasn't the most popular person in the design

comment elicited subtle exchanges of glances among

something you need?" Irene's voice remained composed, masking

to step outside for

busy with work. How about during lunchtime?" Kevin glanced at his wristwatch and realized that lunchtime was fast approaching. With a nod, he uttered, "Alright," before making his way out of the

from the design department shared a

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the entertainment industry, why is it that only

in through the back door only serves to highlight your lack of genuine talent. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't even have the nerve to remain at L.Moon, let alone consider

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

Irene

of the office, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt

she prided herself on

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

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

the success of "Red Beauty" drama to garner recognition from everyone, but unforeseen

in the crossfire of corporate clashes, she felt like a pawn on a chessboard, unable to

you come out first, Irene?" Kevin's voice shattered