Chapter 142


    Tiffany had a pretty clear understanding of what Kaya was doing. Unfortunately for the girl, she hated it


    the most when her subordinates were ying tricks to get ahead of their peers.


    Tiffany raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. “If you’re so worried,” she said


    impatiently, “then why don’t you repair it yourself? If you can, then I will give you due credit for it.”


    Kaya blinked, speechless. But Tiffany wasn’t done yet. She added, “Since it was you who broke the


    laptopst night, make sure topensate thepany for loss of property, and do it as soon as


    possible.”


    With that, she turned away and headed in J’s direction.


    Computers yed a big role in their job as designers, and the Larson Group had spared no expense in


    equipping them with thetest tools the market had to offer. All in all, the damages would cost at least a


    month’s worth of Kaya’s sry.


    She red at J, her hands clenching into fists.


    It irked her to realize that she would have to lose arge amount of money without even aplishing


    anything.


    J, on the other hand, was about to leave after seeing that the matter had been resolved. To her


    surprise, Tiffany stopped in front of her.


    “Hurry and get back to redoing your drafts. Tomorrow’s meeting will be at ten in the morning.” Tiffany


    nced at her watch. “You still have twenty-four hours left. I look forward to your designs.”


    “Yes, Ms. Fisher. I’m going back to work now.” J left with a wide smile on her face.


    *******


    As soon as J got home, she made a beeline for her room and dove into her drafts.


    The window was open, letting in a soft breeze that yed with the whitece curtain. A beam of


    sunlight poured into the room andnded on the desk, where she was hunched over, drawing.


    J rolled her long hair into a haphazard bun and used one of her pencils to hold it in ce. Now and


    then, she would stand and walk around to stretch her muscles, and then she would get right back to


    her sketches.


    This was decidedly more taxing than preparing for the final exams back at the university. It felt as


    though she was racing against time, and both her hands were barely enough to keep up with the ideas


    that constantly came to mind.


    Soon, the light outside dimmed, and rain began to pour. When it finally lightened up, the leaves outside


    glistened with water, and the fresh scent of damp grass hung in the air.


    A knock suddenly came at her door.


    N?velDrama.Org content.


    “Come in,” J called out automatically, her eyes still fixed on herputer screen. She didn’t turn


    around, even as footfalls came up behind her.


    “You’ve been holed up in here for almost a day. Aren’t you hungry?” Ethan was carrying a steaming


    bowl, which he set down on the wooden table on the other side of the room.


    “Thank you. Just leave it there. I’ll eatter. I still have a lot to finish.” J gave him one grateful


    nce before getting back to herputer.


    He was wearing a casual gray shirt today, paired with loose, linen trousers. His lustrous ck hair was


    somewhat tousled, making his curls stand out more than usual.


    “I want to stay. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. Just carry on with your work. May I read these books?”


    Ethan had pocketed one of his hands, while his other hand was now fiddling with the spines of her


    books. Judging from the slight rasp in his voice, J assumed that he had just gotten up.


    “Of course, you—” she paused, realizing something. The books had been here when she had moved


    in, and were in either Russian or Greek. She couldn’t read them at all.


    J finally turned to look at Ethan. “You can read them? Those are foreign books.”


    Ethan leaned against the bookshelf, his curls dangling over his forehead. A faint smile was dancing on


    his lips. “No, I can’t, but they do have illustrations on some of the pages.”


    But of course, he could read these books. He had a talent fornguages even as a young child, and he


    had grown up learning dozens from all over the world.


    “Oh, all right,” J said lightly. She faced her screen again, and began to color her draft with a digital


    pen.


    Ethan plucked a book and turned its page. “By the way, why are you home all day? Don’t you need to


    be in your office?”


    J visibly brightened at the question. “Well, there was a power outage at thepany, and I must


    admit that it worked in my favor. As a result, the deadline was moved to tomorrow, and I got an extra


    day off. With this, I’ll be able to catch up with the schedule and make somest-minute polishing on my


    designs, too.”


    “That is very lucky, indeed,” Ethanmented with a smile.


    “How about you?” J asked, still engrossed with her work. “Why aren’t you at work? Is there a


    power outage in the convenience store, too?”