Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 182

Mikayla was used to hearing people address her as Mrs. Ludwig. Giving Josiah a nod, she strutted into the office building with a click of her heels.

Punch in, hop on the elevator, arrive at her floor, slide into her department-Mikayla oozed confidence and calmness as she strolled into the workspace. "Drop by my spot!" Mikayla commanded as she loomed over Maxius's desk. "Totally!" Maxius shut the files, trailing Mikayla into her office.

Quinnlyn handed two coffees and quickly slipped away.

Firing up her computer, Mikayla prodded Maxius, "What's your take on the next computer gig we're backing?"

Chilling at the desk, Maxius spilled, "Considering the demand in the market, I say we go all out. Our new product groundwork is solid, and after testing, my faith in our product is sky-high."

"Right on. Once our product starts flying off the shelves, those manufacturers might hike up prices. That's one concern," Mikayla chimed in. Price changes in the middle of the game could be a headache.

"And if there's a shortage, production could get delayed, easily pushing back by a week," Maxius pitched in.

Both flashed knowing grins. Mikayla was genuinely happy with the unspoken bond she shared with Maxius at work. Finding a work buddy whose vibe syncs with yours isn't a cakewalk, either at work or in everyday life. It's frustrating having to explain things half the day only to hit a wall of misunderstanding.

"I'm vibing with our new products, too. I'll figure a way to sway the chairman and the board," Mikayla said, mustering a smile, stifling a yawn the next moment.

"Chill with the grind! Look after yourself!" Maxius noted, his eyes gleaming with genuine care.

Mikayla sheepishly smiled, sipped her coffee to mask her true thoughts. God knew it wasn't work that was keeping her from resting. "Sure thing," she nonchalantly replied.

work vibe, yanking out a folder from the clutter on her desk. "Here's a fresh promotion plan that Eric and I whipped up after Mr. Rogers's feedback last

from Mikayla, cracked it open, and pored over every detail. "Super detailed, but it feels

this ain't cutting it," Mikayla said what she observed straightforwardly. She wasn't one for

met her eyes.

on the same page. Let's dig deep during the next pow-wow and

At 24, she breezed through work dramas, calling the shots effortlessly. It was like she'd been in the grind for ages. It blew his mind. She was

chimed, and then tossed in a "Thanks, Maxius" with a nod. Maxius was a gem, skills and vision-wise. Having him as her right-hand was selling him short. He could

feast!" Memory of the media spinning their last

in the dappled sunlight streaming through

the

the stack of files Quinnlyn had set out that morning. Quinnlyn arranged things

through the office. Mikayla tore her gaze from the screen, eyebrows

nod he just swung the door wide. The bandage on Huxley's head was gone, his bangs masking the scar on his forehead. Though he looked kind of

Mikayla said, tossing Quinnlyn a dismissive

at Mikayla, and then jetted

zapped her

in at

formal hi!" Huxley stressed "formal" in his tone. Watching Mikayla brush him off at her desk stirred up his anger.

neck

her. He scoffed inside, 'How dare she ice me out? Who

with greetings. You're over in the product department HR should've filled you in."