Chapter 884 Forging Her Path
Irene foundfort in her words and shed a grateful smile. "Thank you, Miss Quinn."
"Find yourfort zone. There''s a historical drama project on thepany''s list. and I''ll assign it to you. I trust you with it," Abigail said, taking a sip
of her drink after it was handed to her by the waiter.
"There''s no need for thanks. Taking care of employees’ emotions is part of being a good leader. L.Moon isn''t a heartlesspany," she said warmly
before narrowing her eyes and casually mentioning, "There are some gossipers in the design department. Try not to take it to heart.”
"How did you know?" Irene was taken aback. She did not want Abigail to get involved with the designers because of her, and it would only add to her
guilt.
With her abilities and status not quite matching up, she was sure to face ostracism from her colleagues.Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.
I''ve been there too. How could I not know? Talented people can sometimese off as arrogant, while ordinary people are easily overlooked. But
you need to learn to adjust yourself. As long as they don’t overstep, I won''t rush to dismiss them." Abigail thought of helping Irene.
But what about the future?
When Irene had to navigate these situations on her own without Abigail''s support, how would she handle it?
"No. Even if they do something outrageous, as long as it doesn’t vitepany rules, you don''t have to intervene. I''ll handle it myself,” Irene said,
determined not to rely too heavily on Abigail''s assistance.
She was determined to forge her path independently.
"Sure, if you need any help, just let me know," Abigail said gently. "Did you take care of lunch? If not. let''s split the bill."
"I already paid. You''re not here to buy spaghetti, are you? How about I treat you to this drink?" Irene didn''t feel the need to inquire about who had
tipped off Abigail about her location. It wasn''t important.
Abigail arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Sounds like a n."
After sorting out the bill, Irene asked softly, "Mind if I catch a ride back to the office with you?”
“Are you full?" Abigail intended to grab some afternoon tea to take back. After all, she had rushed over so quickly that she barely had time to eat a
few bites herself.
"Yeah, I''m good," Irene replied nervously.
She was starting to long for home, especially her grandma''s tasty spaghetti. She hadn''t anticipated the steep prices at this pasta shop!
While eating. she felt a wave of pressure wash over her,pounded by the realization that a simple te of spaghetti couldmand such
exorbitant prices. The more she dwelled on it. the more she couldn''t help but feel inferior, as if she didn''t measure up even to a humble te of
spaghetti
"I''m going to grab some afternoon tea to keep myself fueled up. You can tag along. Spaghetti digests quickly, and even though designing is mostly
mental work, it can really drain your energy.” Abigail headed toward the parking lot, with Irene silently trailing behind her.
Abigail took her to a dessert shop and selected some cakes that caught her eye. Then, she turned to Irene and asked, "What about you?”
"No, thanks. I won''t be eating this afternoon since I have ns." Irene declined politely.
Abigail then chose a box of colorful donuts for her. "These are great for snacking on the go, especially for someone like you."
Once they were in the car, she also handed her a small carton of milk.
Irene felt obliged to ept, so she reluctantly took it.
When they arrived at thepany entrance, Abigail stopped the car and allowed Irene to exit first.
Back at the office, many of the designers who had gone out for lunch hadn''t returned yet. Irene tidied up her desk and intended to leave promptly.
Despite having little to do, she still needed to head to the library to organize some materials she hadn''t finished sorting.
Upon stepping into the elevator, she encountered Danielle and Floyd.
"Going out again? Spending all that time at the library won''t make a difference. Design is all about talent, not just studying," Danielle remarked with a
sneer.
Danielle''s knack for design was truly impressive and acknowledged by everyone at thepany. The fact that she was entrusted with Fairy
Meadow''s products on his own spoke volumes about his capabilities.
"Miss Quinn will always have her back, unlike us," Floyd quipped sarcastically.
Irene didn''t bother to argue and simply pressed the elevator button in silence.
Both of them felt a bit bored and grumbled as they exited the elevator.
Once they were out of earshot, Irene let out a quiet sigh of relief.
During the bus ride, she gazed out at the passing scenery and sighed silently to herself.
Upon reaching the library, she made her way to her usual section of books. While browsing, a young girl nearby greeted her, "You''re back again
today! It''s been a while since Ist saw you.”
They first met about a month ago when Irene, immersed in her research, frequented the library daily. It was during this time that she got to know the
young girl.
Later, she couldn''t find the information she needed, so she ventured to the university in Capitalis. There, at the university library, she encountered the
same girl. and they exchanged a few words.
"Yeah, I''ve been pretty busytely, but I managed to squeeze in some free time today," Irene replied with a smile.
The girl reached into her bag and
took out an apple. She offered it to
Irene and.said, "You don''t seem likex
a studentto me. I''m actually Ss
studying history and will be gearing
up fokthe graduate entrance-exam
next year. So, unfo tunately; won''t
b€@ hanging around here aS much."
Irene couldn''t help but feel a pang of envy. It was impressive that the girl was pursuing such advanced studies.
"I work in historical costume design," she confessed quietly.
"Wow, that''s fascinating! Are you working on a film set?" the girl guessed.
Irene nodded, though she didn''t consider her work on film sets to be particrly noteworthy.
"Given the Jack of atten
in moderfrcinema, indi
tion to detail
viduals like
you, working behind the scenes, truly
deserve recognition.
ay I ask
whieh’ designpany you''re
working with?" the girl pressed on.
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Irene felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "L.Moon," she admitted reluctantly.
“Wow!” the gitkeximed, her eyes
sparkling wittr admiration, "Youre
incrediblyfortunate to be part of that
company I know many friends who
are desig gners, and they''ve applied
countiess times without sess.
Your talent must be undeniable."