Chapter 15


    When the topic of Facebook came up, I realized that Bruce''s displeasure stemmed from me deleting him as a friend. It''s already been a few days.


    since that happened. Did he only notice it now?


    Oh well, he''s still our investor after all. If I addressed the issue directly, it would make me seem small-minded.


    I had to find a way out. “Sorry, Mr. Harold. I have too many Facebook contacts and may have deleted you identally."


    As soon as I finished speaking, Bruce couldn''t help but sneer, "Nancy, can''t youe up with a better excuse? Why would you care about deleting


    just one contact?”


    Bruce had replied with his usual confidence, as if he had already seen through me.


    Out of nowhere, I felt instigated by his confidence. I met his gaze and said, "Exactly, it''s just a contact. Why would Mr. Harold care?”


    Seeing that Bruce wasn''t able to respond immediately, he was clearly taken aback. Neither of us spoke as we stood in the corridor and stared at each


    other like lunatics.


    My fingernails dug deep into my palm as my heart trembled with a slight bitterness.


    After a moment, Bruce''s expression turned dark. "Nancy, you think too highly of yourself!”


    Right afterward, he disappeared into the cold night.


    I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. It took me a while to recover, but in the end, I didn''t add Bruce back into my contacts.


    Emails, work groups, and phone calls—! thought that if Bruce had any work-rted instructions, he could use any of these methods to contact me.


    Just because of the few words he had said didn''t mean that I had toply like I did back then again. I really didn’t want to hear his sarcastic


    remarks anymore.


    However, I still had a restless night despite my decision. In my dream, Bruce decided to seriously withdraw the investment, and I woke up covered in


    cold sweat. I was unable to sleep again, so I went to thepany covered in eyebags.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    Unlike my gloomy state, Cindy had a bright smile on her face. She was happily distributing coffee and croissants to other colleagues.


    When she saw meing in, she greeted me with a smile, "Nance. here’s your ck coffee."


    I had a stomach ache just a couple of days ago, so I dared not take coffee anymore. But I couldn''t turn down her good intentions, so I replied . “Thank


    you."


    I reached out for the coffee, and in the next second, I heard Vanessa''s exmation, "Wow, a Cartier Love bracelet, and it''s the diamond series! It


    looks great."


    Following her gaze. I saw Cindy''s rose gold bracelet sparkling on her wrist. The color suited her very well, and made her wrist look even fairer and


    more delicate.


    "Mr. Harold is really generous," Vanessa admired with a sigh, "When will I have a boyfriend like him—who picks me up and drops me off ina


    Maybach? I can die without regrets then.”


    Cindy blushed and shyly replied, "You will meet them some day."


    I had no interest in joining their gossip and walked toward my desk. Just then. I heard Vanessa say, "Mr. Harold is so romantic. You''re both using


    couple profile pictures together as well. Say, how should singles like us survive?"


    The phrase "couple profile pictures” made me pause for a moment. After taking my seat. I secretly opened the workgroup.


    On the screen, Bruce''s profile picture had changed from the sunset image to a cat wearing a bowtie. It matched the profile image of Cindy''s cat with a


    pink hat. They were quite a fitting pair.


    Cindy treated everyone to coffee for two consecutive days, and I also got to enjoy the benefits.


    Caroline had just confirmed her schedule on her end and said that she would be returning tomorrow afternoon. This meant that I had to head over to


    the Roeval Group alone for the project summary report this afternoon.


    I was contemting whether to postpone it for a day when Cindy came over and asked in high spirits, "Nance, what time are we leaving this


    afternoon?"


    I paused for a moment before realizing that she was talking about heading over to the Roeval Group for the project report.


    It was quite sudden, but thinking about it, it nade sense. After all, she was now the manager of the nning department, and it was legitimate for her


    to report to the Roeval Group.


    So I said, "Around three o''clock."


    Cindy agreed happily, "I''ll get ready first then.”


    Just before we left, I realized that Cindy''s idea of preparation was meticulously applying light makeup.


    Not long after, we arrived at the entrance of the Roeval Group. When the receptionist saw Cindy, she politely addressed her and respectfully led us to


    the specialized lift.


    Her attitude was far from the arrogant tone she had used when Caroline and I first came. As expected, there was a vast difference when someone


    backed you up.


    "Nance, please wait here. I''ll be back in a moment." Cindy politely reminded me when we were at the reception.


    She then effortlessly entered Bruce''s office with confidence. Her actions seemed natural, as if she was heading home, and all I could do was wait


    here.


    However, I didn''t expect to have to wait for more than an hour. By then, Cindy still hasn''te out yet.


    "Nance, what are you doing here?" I looked up and saw John holding a pile of documents with a surprised look.


    "Mr. Zeigler,” I took a deep breath and asked, "Is Mr. Harold still busy?”


    "No. There''s only one meeting this afternoon, and it''s the one with you guys." John nced at Bruce''s office and said, "I''ll go and have a check."


    "It''s fine, Mr. Zeigler. I can wait for a little more. By the way, just call me Nancy from now on."


    He probably didn''t know that his sister-inw was someone else now. He hesitated for a moment and nced at the office


    He then sighed and said, “Nance, don’t be angry. I..."


    Before he finished speaking, the office door opened. Cindy maintained herposure and nced at John. She looked at me and said, "Nance, you


    cane in now."


    Her tone was indifferent, but I didn''t take it to heart and proceeded to report about our work.


    When it was over, I nced at Bruce who was sitting in front of me. But what I saw was him lowering his head to talk to Cindy.


    Cindy had a smile on her face and seemed to be in a good mood. It was then that I suddenly felt that my presence here was quite unnecessary.


    "If Mr. Harold has no objections, I''ll excuse myself.” I didn''t n to continue being a third wheel.


    However, Cindy, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. "Nance, I have a suggestion. But I don''t know if I should say it or not."


    I paused and heard Bruce say, “You''re also one of the project managers, so it''s only right that you''re able to give suggestions.”


    But Cindy continued to look at me, as if she was waiting for my response. Thus, I responded professionally, " Please go ahead, Ms.Lane."


    ‘I carefully observed our game


    interfacestthight. How should I put


    it... I feel likethe color saturation is..


    not strong enough,” Cindy said and


    g ancec-at Bruce, ‘It''s alove Sv


    simtion game, and the overall


    cr tone should be bri ghtand


    ibrant to evoke a sense of


    romance.”


    A sense of romance... I silently thought of these words and asked, "Ms. Lane, what kind of feeling are you referring to?”


    Cindy''s expression haltered and her eyes lowered. She was hesitant to speak, as if I had somehow wronged her.


    I softened my tone and said. "Ms. Lane, I''m just discussing work with you."


    "It''s okay, you can say whatever you want," Bruce suddenly interrupted. With a gentle tone, he continued "Ms .Fisher isn’t a stubborn person.


    Besides, I’m right here with you.”


    Should I thank him for that?


    Seemingly encouraged by him, Cindy smiled and said, "Love should be pictured as bright and dreamy. So, I think that the main color should be pink


    instead.”


    Upon finishing her words, she added, "What do you think, Bruce? "


    Our game interface currently


    featured light blue as its main color.


    We aimedto create a bright and =>


    refreshirtg theme to provide yers


    with alean andfortable —:


    gaming experience. But Cindy felt


    thatitcked a romantic touch.


    "Ms.Fisher, what''s your opinion?" Bruce asked.


    His low voice pulled me back from


    my thoughts. I raised my head ta”


    meet Bruce’ s gaze and said, "I think


    the current interface is fine. But if


    Mr. Harold insists on changitig it, we


    camake some adjustments too."


    Céntent belongs to


    That was my biggestpromise. A project manager had to hold on to their own principles after all


    Bruce frowned slightly and gently tapped his slender fingers on the desk. He then asked, "What''s your reason?"


    I stated seriously, “Love can take on a million different forms. It shouldn''t be limited to a particr color."


    It may be honey to one and poison to another. No one knows that better than I do.


    But as soon as I finished speaking, Cindy''s face turned pale. I was only discussing the matter at hand, but she seemed to think of something else


    "In that case.” Bruce''s eyes fell on me. He made the final decision after a moment''s thought."Ms.Fisher, please incorporate the dreamy pink color into


    the current interface.”


    This report turned out to be more challenging than I thought. The sky was already dark when the meeting ended. While I was organizing the files, I


    overheard Bruce and Cindy discussing which restaurant to go to.


    Cindy sounded cautious, "Bruce, I haven''t finished work yet." She then nced at me afterward.


    I pretended to ignore her and was about to leave immediately. Yet...


    "It''s simple. Ms.Fisher, let''s go together," Bruce said suddenly.