Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Ivanna, quickly slid on the couch, using my lap as a makeshift pillow. She seemed utterly exhausted, not caring about the unfamiliar surroundings.

With a sigh, she began, "I have a servant's fate. I was born to endure hardship. Recently, everything became a mess. I'm always dealing with people, it's truly exhausting. I've had enough." She looked at me with a pitiful expression.

"This time, I finally had a chance to do a program properly. I'm thinking of making a notable achievement and laying the foundation for a promotion. Unexpectedly, troubles kept arising from the moment I took charge. It's not just tiring, it's downright scary. Can you believe it?"

I chuckled and teased her, "Why are you scared? Let's switch places, and you can dangle from the rooftop for an interview. How about that?" Recalling the situation from before, I still felt a lingering fear. I could almost sense Atlas's hands gripping my ankle with a hint of helplessness.

"By the way, I haven't had a chance to ask you about what happened. How did you end up on the rooftop that day? Tell me." Ivanna looked up at me curiously.

Then she said, "Let me gather some materials first. Maybe I won't be this tired if the documentary turns out well and I get promoted. You could take credit for it."

Honestly, I felt a pang of sympathy for her. She was truly career-oriented. At this moment, if something significant happened in Bourdamun, she'd probably run back without even finishing her meal.

When it came to work, she was always a force to be reckoned with, as she could work until she neglected her well-being.

Carol was quite fast. She quickly returned with a stack of to-go boxes. Upon seeing them, Ivanna sat up in anticipation, her eyes fixed on the food.

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My job is like going to war.

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