More Than A Favor

Chapter 40

Olars

The moment I got off the plane, I headed straight to the amusement park, dragging my luggage behind me. There wasn’t even time to stop by my apartment.

Maya was waiting for me at the entrance. The second she spotted me, she ran over and hugged me tightly. “Ms. Hart, you’re finally back,” she said, her voice filled with relief.

I patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Let’s not waste any time. Show me the problem areas first”

I hadn’t slept much the night before, tossing and turning as I tried to analyze the situation in my mind While I suspected the construction team or the lighting supplier might be at fault, the likelihood of them making a mistake this big seemed slim. This was a high–stakes project for them–any major error could cost them their reputation, or worse, their business.

After much consideration, I concluded that the issue might lie elsewhere. Still, as someone without a technical background, I couldn’t pinpoint the exact problem without seeing it firsthand. So, I dove straight into the work.

I spent the entire evening inspecting the lights, turning them on and off, and comparing them to the original design renderings. I didn’t stop until 2:00a.m.

“Ms. Hart, you must’ve been storing up energy for the past week because you’re exploding with it now,” Maya joked, completely exhausted as she slumped into a nearby chair.

Had I really been away that long? The thought barely crossed my mind–I was too focused on the task. at hand.

After leaving the amusement park, Maya and I went back to the office and worked through the night to compile a detailed report on the issues we’d identified. Our plan was to confront the construction team and lighting supplier the following day before presenting everything to Logan.

already furious about the situation. Even if we resolved

professional matters. He might not care much about me personally anymore, but I knew

our best to fix it,” I said firmly, I couldn’t compromise on my principles, no matter the

nearly 6:00 a.m. Maya was so exhausted she fell asleep at her desk. My eyelids were heavy too, but to my surprise, I didn’t feel

restroom to freshen up and made myself a cup of coffee. Then I sat back down and began reviewing the issues. If my judgment was

office, I was still at my desk, sipping my coffee

Hart, you’re back?”

early, Ms. Hart!”

their gazes lingered a little too

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whispers barely concealed behind

me before that everyone in the office knew

theyren

we were sam as a married couple. Now that we were separaters, it was

didn’t let it bother me. People talked about others behind their backs

the

at some point? Their curiosity was natural, and I refused to

so