Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 506 Afternoon Snack Drama

I could see Mackenzie fuming and practically stomping her feet in frustration through the conference room glass. Still, she didn't dare storm in. She wasn't the real Ms. McLennon, after all. If her cover got blown, her job would be toast. After wrapping up the meeting, I returned to my office only to spot a familiar pastry box. The packaging showed that it was from my favorite bakery. Mackenzie was busy handing out snacks to the team. When she noticed us walking in, she tilted her head up with a smug grin.

"Oh, my brother-Mr. McLennan-stopped by earlier. He got these for everyone to enjoy," she said, so full of herself.

Astrid and I exchanged a look, both equally puzzled.

Jack went out of his way to buy pastries and let Mackenzie hand them out? Was he openly backing her now?

Even Mr. Finnley was quick to pile on.

"Wow, Mackenzie, you've got serious pull! Mr. McLennan himself came by with pastries-what an honor! I thought he was here to inspect us. It scared the hell outta me!" he added, laughing nervously.

The rest of the team chimed in, fawning over her just as much. Mackenzie soaked it all up, finishing the pastry distribution before tucking the last two portions back into the box. Her gaze landed on Astrid and me.

My brother said they're mine. I hope you don't

went

project. I won't be gone long. I brought your favorite afternoon snacks. Eat more you're too skinny. I'll cook when I'm back." I glanced at Mackenzie, who had the nerve to

some of the

you go

not get

Mackenzie's blatant favoritism

take her side. Mr. Finnley, in particular, was relentless. It was like he had found an excuse to pick on me non-stop-format errors, slow turnaround times, everything... The guy didn't give me a moment's peace all

on top? He "accidentally" deleted my

buggy. I didn't know it'd be deleted for good." He smiled, though it looked as fake

Astrid balled her fists, muttering under her breath, "Just wait. When I have the upper hand, he'll

anything. I just sat down and painstakingly redid my design. It wasn't until 8:00 pm that Jack finally called. "Are you home? Did you eat the pastries? Which one's your favorite?" Hearing his voice, Astrid jumped up. She

you out of your mind,