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.

sat quietly with a pen in her hand as she poured her thoughts into her diary

blinked up at

on you. Are you still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with a grin. Irene's discomfort prickled beneath

she wasn't the most popular person

elicited subtle exchanges of glances among a few

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

for a

turned her attention to the drawing software on her computer. "I'm still busy with work. How about during lunchtime?" Kevin glanced at his wristwatch and realized that lunchtime was fast approaching.

the design department shared a knowing chuckle

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"With all the orders flooding in from the entertainment industry, why is it that only your designs seem to encounter issues? Just because Miss Quinn is

with a sarcastic jab as he leaned back in his chair, it's true. Sneaking 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

a place among us." Irene's face 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 with the harsh reality that she couldn't measure up to those blessed with natural talent. It was a daunting realization which left her feeling utterly powerless and trapped. Talent, she mused, it

noon, Irene emerged from the

out of the office, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a fleeting sense of calm washed over

upon a time, she prided herself on her

talent of the company's designers. Even when Abigail extended opportunities her way, they always seemed to slip through her grasp. No matter how many books she

heavy to bear, squeezing the air from her lungs day in

had pinned her hopes on the success of "Red Beauty"

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

out first, Irene?" Kevin's voice shattered the