Abigail’s Second Life

Irene found comfort in her words and flashed a grateful smile. "Thank you, Miss Quinn."

"Find your comfort zone. There's a historical drama project on the company's list, and I'll assign it to you. I trust you with it," Abigail said, taking a sip of her drink after it was handed to her by the waiter.

"There's no need for thanks. Taking care of employees' emotions is part of being a good leader. L.Moon isn't a heartless company," she said warmly before narrowing her eyes and casually mentioning, "There are some gossipers in the design department. Try not to take it to heart."

"How did you know?" Irene was taken aback. She did not want Abigail to get involved with the designers because of her, and it would only add to her guilt.

With her abilities and status not quite matching up, she was sure to face ostracism from her colleagues.

"I've been there too. How could I not know? Talented people can sometimes come off as arrogant, while ordinary people are easily overlooked. But you need to learn to adjust yourself. As long as they don't overstep, I won't rush to dismiss them." Abigail thought of helping Irene.

But what about the future?

When Irene had to navigate these situations on her own without Abigail's support, how would she handle it?

"No. Even if they do something outrageous, as long as it doesn't violate company rules, you don't have to intervene. I'll handle it myself," Irene said, determined not to rely too heavily on Abigail's assistance. She was determined to forge her path independently.

"Sure, if you need any help, just let me know," Abigail said gently. "Did you take care of lunch? If not, let's split the bill."

"I already paid. You're not here to buy spaghetti, are you? How about I treat you to this drink?" Irene didn't feel the need to inquire about who had tipped off Abigail about her location. It wasn't important. Abigail arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

After sorting out the bill, Irene asked softly, "Mind if I catch a ride back to the office with you?"

After all, she had rushed over so quickly that

I'm good,"

her grandma's tasty spaghetti. She

by the realization that a simple plate of spaghetti could command such exorbitant prices. The more she

myself fueled up. You can tag along. Spaghetti digests quickly, and even though designing is mostly mental work, it can really drain your energy." Abigail headed toward the parking lot, with Irene silently

to a dessert shop and selected some cakes that caught her eye. Then, she turned to

this afternoon since I have plans."

box of colorful donuts for her. "These are

the car, she also

felt obliged to accept, so she reluctantly took

company entrance, Abigail stopped the car and allowed

lunch hadn't returned yet. Irene tidied up

to head to the library to organize

into the elevator, she encountered

at the library won't make a difference. Design is all about talent, not just studying," Danielle

by everyone at the company. The fact that she was entrusted with Fairy Meadow's products on his own spoke volumes

to argue and simply

bored and grumbled as they

out of earshot, Irene let out

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