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?"

she had rushed over so quickly that she

good," Irene

grandma's tasty spaghetti. She hadn't anticipated the steep prices at this pasta

prices. The more she dwelled on it, the more she couldn't help but feel inferior, as if she didn't measure up even to a humble plate

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

cakes that caught her eye. Then, she turned to

thanks. I won't be eating this afternoon

are great for snacking

in the car, she also handed her

accept, so she reluctantly took

arrived at the company entrance, Abigail stopped

lunch hadn't returned yet. Irene tidied up her

head to the library to organize some materials she hadn't finished

the elevator,

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

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

simply pressed the elevator button

a bit bored and grumbled as

they were out of earshot, Irene let out a quiet

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young girl nearby greeted her, "You're back again