Chapter 882 The Helplessness Of Adults
They really think L.Moon is easy to bully, huh? she mused
When it came to dealing with the drama crew, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve to make them regret it!
Even if Sean couldn''t lend a hand, could she really not handle those jokers in the business world?
With "Red Beauty" facing widespread fan boycotts, Kevin''spany pulled out its investment too. Abigail''s moves inadvertently gave him the perfect
excuse to make a smooth exit.
As soon as she set down her phone, Kevin barged in without knocking.
"You really should start knocking." Abigail frowned.
"Where''s Irene?” Kevin asked as he loosened his tie with a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Abigail shot him an incredulous look. "She''s obviously at her own desk. Do you think she works in my office?"
Kevin turned to leave.
"I''m talking to you," Abigail couldn''t help but interject. "Are you seriously considering getting involved with her? Irene is my employee. If anything
happens because of your rtionship, it won''t end well for you.”
"Abigail, love is something you shouldn''t meddle with,” he chuckled before quickly making his exit.
Abigail sighed helplessly.
He was right. They were all grown-ups now, each responsible for their own lives and decisions.
Irene sat quietly with a pen in her hand as she poured her thoughts into her diary when Kevin''s unexpected presence caused her to jump.
She immediately concealed her diary and blinked up at him. "What brings you here?”
"Just checking in on you. Are you still writing diaries at this age?" He teased with a grin.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
lrene''s difort prickled beneath her skin, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.
It was no secret that she wasn’t the most popr person in the design department.
Kevin''sment elicited subtle exchanges of nces among a few nearby girls.
"Is there something you need?" lrene''s voice remainedposed, masking any hint of unease.
"Care to step outside for a chat?" He proposed.
Irene carefully stowed her diary in her bag and turned her attention to the drawing software on herputer. "I''m still busy with work. How about
during lunchtime?”
Kevin nced at his wristwatch and realized that lunchtime was fast approaching. With a ned, he uttered, “Alright,” before making his way out of the
room
A few girls from the design department shared a knowing chuckle as soon as he left.
Meanwhile, Irene sat at her desk, feeling uneasy. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the mouse.
Danielle, known for her designs for
Fairy Meadow,was the first to break
the silence with a sneer. ‘With all the
orders flogding in from the ~~
entertainment industry, why is it that
only your designs seem to -~
encauiter issues? Just because
Miss Quinn is embroiled in-anline
feuds with other production crews
doesn''t excuse your shorings,"
she remarked, her toneced with
mockery.
Floyd, who specialized in designs for
young entertainers, chimed in with a
sarcastic jabvas he leaned back in
his chair,“h’s true. Sneaking in x
through. the back door only serves to
highlight yourck of genuine.talent.
If I Were in your shoes, I wouldn''t
even have the nerve to reraain at
L.Moon, let alone considét what kind
ofpany it is." Content belongs
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Another voice joined the chorus of criticism. "It''s always convenient to have someone covering for you. No matter how ipetent you may be, you
somehow manage to find a ce among us.”
lrene''s face drained of color as she slowly released her grip on the mouse, her gaze fixed nkly on theputer screen. In the presence of these
design geniuses, she felt as insignificant as a speck of dust
Deep down, she grappled with the harsh reality that she couldn''t measure up to those blessed with natural talent. It was a daunting realization which
left her feeling utterly powerless and trapped.
Talent, she mused, it just divides people into different sses.
Finally, at noon, Irene emerged from the office
Upon stepping out of the office, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a fleeting sense of calm washed over her.
Once upon a time, she prided herself on her strength.
But since joining L.Moon, she discovered that her resilience wasn''t as unyielding as she had imagined. No matter how diligently she worked, she
couldn''t measure up to the talent of thepany''s designers.
Even when Abigail extended opportunities her way, they always seemed to slip through her grasp. No matter how many books she flipped through
and how much history she studied day and night, she couldn''t change her current situation.
The relentless pressure weighed on her like a burden too heavy to bear, squeezing the air from her lungs day in and day out.
She had pinned her hopes on the sess of "Red Beauty" drama to garner recognition from everyone, but unforeseen obstacles kept arising.
Caught in the crossfire of corporate shes, she felt like a pawn on a chessboard, unable to make her move.
"Why did youe out first. Irene?" Kevin''s voice shattered the silence behind her.
Her muscles tensed for a fleeting moment before she turned slowly and locked eyes with his cheerful gaze. An inexplicable anger brewed within her
for no apparent reason
He looked so carefree, as though he had no burdens of his own.
"Mr. Stewart. how many times do I have to ask you to refrain from dropping by my office?” Irene suppressed her difort and asked politely.
She was well aware of her position and resisted the urge tosh out at him because she knew it would be unwise
"I''m genuinely worried about you.” Kevin''s sincerity was evident in his voice.
Irene made an effort to quell the
emotions bubbling within her and
responded with poise, ''Mr. Stewart,
there''s truly-no need to concern =>
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yourself with such trivial matters:
This issimply part of our job; we
enceunter unforeseen challenges
every day. If something as minor as
this has you fretting, ther>what
purpose does my presence serve
here?"
Kevin sensed a shift in her demeanor and was on the verge of probing further when she continued, "I sincerely wish you would refrain from visiting
the office to see me. Regardless of the circumstances, I''ll manage just fine.”
"Irene, I genuinely care about you." His brow furrowed. Even if she didn''t want him around the office, there was no need for her to brush off his
genuine concern, was there?
"I didn''t ask for your concern. Why do you expect me to express gratitude simply because you''re worried about me?” Her tone inadvertently grew
colder.
Kevin found himself speechless in the face of her retort
"I''m off to lunch now.” she said quietly and turned to leave.
Normally, she would dine in the cafeteria, but today, she wanted to avoid the scrutiny of her colleagues.