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?"

afternoon tea to take back. After all, she had rushed over so quickly that she barely had time to eat

good," Irene

tasty spaghetti. She hadn't anticipated

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

designing is mostly mental work, it can

that caught her eye.

won't be eating this afternoon since I have plans." Irene

colorful donuts for her. "These are

she also handed her a small carton of

felt obliged to accept, so

they arrived at the company entrance, Abigail stopped the car and

designers who had gone out for lunch hadn't returned yet. Irene tidied up her desk and

to head to the library to organize some materials

stepping into the elevator, she

Spending all that time at the library won't make a difference. Design is all about

was entrusted with Fairy Meadow's products on his own spoke volumes about his capabilities "Miss Quinn will always have her back, unlike

to argue and simply pressed the

bored

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