"Exactly, she’s probably just upset and took it out on you, Miss Cindy. But, I bet she won’t last long. I just saw Mr. Battleson’s face earlier, and it looked like a storm was brewing. At this rate, Charlotte Thompson will be getting fired soon."
"Miss Cindy, after all, has been with the company long enough, how does she accept people undermining her?"
"Charlotte has Mr. Battleson’s protection, Miss Cindy has suffered her share of misfortune."
The group began to whisper among themselves again, but thinking of the design task Charlotte assigned today, they quickly got to work.
At her office, Charlotte was trying to sketch a design, but it all seemed wrong.
It felt as if someone had suddenly taken away her artistic cells, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Her brows were furrowed, her mind filled with Justin’s words.
She had to admit, the indirect mocking from Cindy earlier had a bit of an effect on her.
"Miss Thompson, Mr. Battleson demands the design draft be submitted tonight." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noᴠelfire.net
After reading the message that had just been sent by Michael Richard, Charlotte immediately felt a surge of anger.
In frustration, she snapped the pencil in her hand. Her face was filled with annoyance.
Charlotte stood up, feeling incredibly chaotic. She knew she needed to calm down.
She walked to the window.
Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window was a view of the city’s busiest streets.
She had to admit, regardless of the floor, one could always see a unique view from the windows of Justin Battleson’s office building.
But all Charlotte felt was a stifling sensation, as if trapped in a cage, making her feel frustrated and exhausted.
Subconsciously, she opened a small window in the floor-to-ceiling glass.
The moment she did, the warmth of the outside air instantly alleviated some of her discomfort.
But, all of a sudden, a gasp came from behind her.
Charlotte furrowed her brows, turned around impatiently, and saw Coco looking at her in surprise.
Coco’s expression made it look like she was about to jump off the building.
Charlotte couldn’t help but sigh resignedly, closed the window, and walked back to her desk, her face returning to its usual calm expression.
She glanced steadily at Coco and asked calmly, "What’s the matter?"
Charlotte’s aloof voice brought Coco back to reality. She carefully handed over the documents in her hand.
Coco softly explained the work instructions that Michael Richard had given earlier, all the while observing any changes in Charlotte’s expression.
Charlotte was somewhat annoyed by this prying attention. She looked up at Coco and said, point-blank.
"If you’ve got something on your mind, you can tell me directly. You don’t have to look at me as if I’m a terminal patient."
Perhaps Charlotte’s current expression was a bit intimidating, and Coco was jolted and hastily apologizing.
She was afraid that a wrong word from her might trigger Charlotte.
"Alright, go back out. You don’t need to believe all that office gossip."
Charlotte looked at Coco helplessly, deciding that there was no need to involve the innocent in her bad day.
She had heard about the whisperings and rumors.
But Coco was naive and Charlotte didn’t want her to pick up any bad influence.
"Alright... alright, Sister Charlotte. I understand, Sister Charlotte."
Coco nodded eagerly and scurried out of the office.
Charlotte looked at the documents before her, taking a deep breath.
She couldn’t let the inexplicable chatter ruin her work mood any longer.
With these thoughts, Charlotte started to reorganize her thoughts and began to contemplate her design seriously.