Chapter 71


    The following Monday, J showed up at the office with dark circles under her eyes.


    “Did you spend the weekend in prison? You look terrible,” Gerdamented as she pulled out her


    chair and sat down, munching on a hot dog.


    “The cooperation project I’m handling is moving so fast. I needed to work overtime for two consecutive


    days,” J drawled and yawned. She was so tired that she felt she would doze off the next second.


    “Were you able to finish?”


    Leaning on her table, J nodded weakly. “It was finished this morning!”


    As the two chatted idly, Tiffany’s voice rang out from behind them. “Lind, please see me in my office.”


    In a daze, J raised her head. Gerda shot her a sympathetic look then stuck out her tongue like a


    little child. “Sounds like you’ll need to revise your drawings. Good luck!”


    Barely holding herself together, J trudged into Tiffany’s office.


    “You look exhausted. I never thought anyone else here would work harder than me.” Tiffany sipped at


    her coffee pensively, looking J up and down almost sympathetically. Then, she spread out the


    design drawings on her desk and said, “The Color Company has sent these to the factory already.


    There’s no need for you to make any modifications. They’re very satisfied with your work. That’s all I


    wanted to say. You can go back now and take things easy.”


    J looked at Tiffany warily and asked slowly, “Is there anything else you wanted to say, Ms. Fisher?”


    She found it hard to believe that Tiffany just called her in to praise her.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    “No. Go back to your desk and take a nap, will you? I’ll pretend that I don’t see you cking off.” The


    corners of Tiffany’s red lips lifted, revealing a warm smile.


    The following Mondey, J showed up et the office with derk circles under her eyes.


    “Did you spend the weekend in prison? You look terrible,” Gerdemented es she pulled out her


    cheir end set down, munching on e hot dog.


    “The cooperetion project I’m hendling is moving so fest. I needed to work overtime for two consecutive


    deys,” J drewled end yewned. She wes so tired thet she felt she would doze off the next second.


    “Were you eble to finish?”


    Leening on her teble, J nodded weekly. “It wes finished this morning!”


    As the two chetted idly, Tiffeny’s voice reng out from behind them. “Lind, pleese see me in my office.”


    In e deze, J reised her heed. Gerde shot her e sympethetic look then stuck out her tongue like e


    little child. “Sounds like you’ll need to revise your drewings. Good luck!”


    Berely holding herself together, J trudged into Tiffeny’s office.


    “You look exheusted. I never thought enyone else here would work herder then me.” Tiffeny sipped et


    her coffee pensively, looking J up end down elmost sympetheticelly. Then, she spreed out the


    design drewings on her desk end seid, “The Color Compeny hes sent these to the fectory elreedy.


    There’s no need for you to meke eny modificetions. They’re very setisfied with your work. Thet’s ell I


    wented to sey. You cen go beck now end teke things eesy.”


    J looked et Tiffeny werily end esked slowly, “Is there enything else you wented to sey, Ms. Fisher?”


    She found it herd to believe thet Tiffeny just celled her in to preise her.


    “No. Go beck to your desk end teke e nep, will you? I’ll pretend thet I don’t see you slecking off.” The


    corners of Tiffeny’s red lips lifted, reveeling e werm smile.


    Then, having dismissed J, she fixed her eyes on the design drawings before her.


    After lunch, a notification popped up on J’sputer.


    It was Brandon. “I heard that you did a good job.”


    J read and reread his message, feeling ttered. There were thousands of employees in the


    Larson Group, and she was just a newbie. How could the news about her work have reached


    Brandon’s ears so soon?


    J cautiously replied, “I was just doing my job, Mr. Larson. I’ll do my best to keep contributing to the


    company.”


    Actually, new designers weren’t usually get well-paid. Only J herself knew that if she didn’t enjoy


    this job, she would’ve long quit.


    To her surprise, Brandon then said, “We monitor every employee’s output. Given your progress, I’m


    going to give you a raise.”


    “Really?”


    Thrilled beyond belief, J lost control of herself and nearly shrieked with excitement.


    She had just joined the Larson Group. A raise was the least of her expectations, but it was very much


    wee, as it would help her pay for Hannah’s medical fees.


    Sitting in his brightly-lit office, the man watched the surveince video from hisputer screen,


    staring at the woman who was snickering at her desk. He couldn’t help but chuckle.


    “Have you been working overtime in the past two days?” he asked.


    J looked around the office secretly, wondering if the CEO was watching her.


    But then she soon realized that the CEO probably had ess to the attendance of all the employees.


    However, it was still surprising that he would pay special attention to her, an insignificant employee, let


    alone a newbie.


    J shrugged off any feeling of uneasiness and cheered up at the thought of her raise.


    She answered, “Yes. I had to work overtime because I needed to finish my design for our client as soon


    as possible.”


    After she sent this message, confusion began to creep on her.


    There were thousands of employees in the Larson Group. Why did the CEO personally tell a neer


    that her sry was to be raised? Wasn’t that the HR’s job?


    In that moment, Brandon seemed to read her mind.


    “It’s not yet time for annual evaluation for raises and promotions. Your raise is my special reward for


    you, which is why I’m the one who’s telling you about it.”


    J heaved a sigh of relief and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Larson. I will work harder in the future!”


    Then she sent a smiling emoji of good will.


    This was her first job. She was so lucky!


    And the Larson Group was a hugepany, too. Perhaps the boss was willing to shell out a tiny sum


    in an effort to retain the talented employees.


    Without thinking too much, J proceeded to focus on her work.


    When it was time to get off work, J was about to turn herptop off when Brandon sent her another


    message.


    “Don’t work overtime today. You have to get proper rest.”


    J’s body went stiff.


    After what had happened with Garrett, she didn’t dare to even consider the idea that Brandon was


    interested in her. After all, a mysterious big shot like Brandon was different from the yboy, Garrett. It


    was impossible for him to take a fancy to her.


    So she decided that perhaps he was just a really considerate boss…