Chapter 883 Heart-To-Heart Talk
The burden of expectations from her colleagues and Kevin pressed down heavily on her shoulders.
Kevin was oblivious to her true desires and never paused to consider if his offerings truly resonated with her. Perhaps his actions were shaped by
past encounters with other women, leading him to believe that his gestures should automatically be embraced and cherished by any woman.
But she was unlike those women. She longed to unearth her own sense of value.
In the vastness of Capitalis. luxury cars, and morous, wealthy women fill the streets, leaving her feeling adrift in this bustling metropolis.
She struggled to find her path and to uncover the purpose of her existence here.
Initially, her goal was simply to earn enough money to repay her student loans. But once that was aplished, her aspirations grew. She longed to
carve out a name for herself in this city, to rise above her ss...
But reality proved harsh, and it ruthlessly exposed the folly of her dreams.
Now. she felt adrift, like a ship lost at sea.
She sat in the modest confines of a pasta shop and gazed pensively at the bowl of spaghetti before her. Tears silently traced down her cheeks.
The pressure of life is just overwhelming... Even a simple bow! of vegetarian noodles, without a single piece of meat. costs over fifty bucks in
Capitalis.
And here she was, stuck in L.Moon for so long, feeling like she was going nowhere that she felt worthless.
Abigail was in the middle of her dinner when she received a message from Josh.
It was a picture of Irene sitting alone in a pasta shop with tears streaming down her face as she tried to eat her noodles. She looked utterly
heartbroken.
Abigail felt a pang of sympathy. She gently ced her fork and knife down and quickly replied to his message.
‘Give me the address.’
She drove to the pasta shop. Upon arriving. she stepped inside and scanned the table numbers, searching for Irene.
Finally. she spotted her from behind.
Irene sat with her back to her, her slender shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Abigail approached quietly and stood behind her for a moment before softly calling out, “Irene.”
Startled, Irene turned around with tears still staining her cheeks as she looked up at Abigail.
"What''s the matter?” Abigail asked as she took a seat beside her.
lrene''s eyes glistened with tears as she felt a mix of embarrassment and remorse. “Miss Quinn, what brings you here?"
"Just popped in for some spaghetti. My boyfriend''s got a craving.” Abigail replied casually as she reached for the menu nearby.
Irene managed a faint smile but remained silent.
"Are you feeling the work stress, Irene?" Abigail asked gently while holding the menu in one hand
"Not really, I just miss my grandparents.” Irene replied as she lowered her gaze and sped her hands tightly.
"Why not head back for Thanksgiving? Your sry is decent, and the flight home won''t take long. Don’t always pinch pennies unless you''re saving up
for something big.” Abigail suggested empathetically.
She understood the emotional fragility of recent graduates, especially with the heavy workload at L.Moon and the normalcy of negative feelings. Plus.
Irene took the ‘Red Beauty’ drama crew role so seriously that the setback hit her hard.
"Irene, opportunities at L.Moon will always arise. If this role doesn''t pan out, give your all in the next one. Even if you nail the next one, you''ll still need
to keep pushing yourself for the one after that. giving it your all every day,” Abigail spoke slowly to offer reassurance.
"I understand.” Irene sniffled.
"If you want to take it easy, there are ways to lead a more rxed life. But first, you need to find yourfort zone.” Abigail added. She did not want
to pressure her into overexerting herself.
Life could get pretty overwhelming, so opting for a more rxed approach might not be such a bad idea
"Do you know the live streamer who broadcasted our clothing line on the first day?" Abigail asked, her expression unusually serious as she set down
the menu.
lrene nodded earnestly. "Yeah, Lily Kendler. She''s really something."
"She''s been at it for over ten years,
jumped into the workforce as a teen
with little edtication, toiled away on_
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poprity wave, shut down her-own
little shop, and now she''s a powerful
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Irene listened intently.
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"I get it." Irene choked out.
"You''re always eyeing those talented designers in thepany, and naturally, you feel worn out and inferior. Talent is a rare breed: most of us are just
regr folks. But does the design industry belong exclusively to the gifted few? Can''t regr people make it. too? Of course, they can,” Abigail
reassured
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“Talent just smooths out the journey.
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there''s no néed to feel disheartened.
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"I''ll think about it." Irene wiped her tears away.
"Big city pressure can be crushing. It''s not always about the paycheck; it''s the environment’s weight that wears you down. But falling behind a bit? So
what? Living authentically and happily is what truly matters.” Abigail smiled warmly.