Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 508 Pay Up

I managed to talk Astrid down, but the tension between her and Mackenzie was far from over. Mackenzie had a solid skill set. She even scored top marks from a prestigious university. But compared to Astrid, she fell short.

Things escalated when Ryan casually mentioned during the morning meeting that the design department would only keep one person. The rivalry between the two flared even more.

Most people in the office were betting on Mackenzie to stay. After all, she was the boss' "sister". That assumption only led to more distance between me, Astrid, and the rest of the team. People whispered about how Astrid and I had gone to the same university, which didn't help our standing. An intern who was likely on her way out and a designer who didn't seem to have Mr. Finnley's favor? We were easy targets.

Jack kept sending afternoon teas, but the passive-aggressive commentary only grew louder. One time, Mackenzie even "accidentally" dropped the pastries all over the floor.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" she said, her tone anything but apologetic. "It wasn't on purpose. You don't mind, do you?"

Before Astrid could blow up, someone jumped to Mackenzie's defense.

"Come on, it's not a big deal. You're not seriously upset about this, are you?"

design department's going to be hers soon. Better not get

just the design department-she might even take over the whole company!" a

my head. They weren't far off, but they had the wrong star of

Mackenzie had been working

had left for Manovia again because Mackenzie made sure of it. She even paraded around the

bought.

said he's flying to Manovia today, but he wanted to treat everyone before he

image, had most people convinced

the pastries that had fallen to the ground and the tea tray that had shattered, I turned to Mackenzie with a calm smile. "If it was an

but I gently squeezed her hand

aren't cheap. And that tea tray..." I pointed at the tray on the floor. "It's a custom piece from the vendor. They'll need it back, so you'll have to cover the cost." Mackenzie's smug expression froze. The pastries alone cost a few hundred bucks. It was not an outrageous price, but it was not pocket change either. The real issue was the

crystal, and considering the upscale hotel it came from, it

noticed Mackenzie's

designer bags and clothes. Her shoes, too, showed wear patterns that didn't match her walk. They were either rented