The woman was so engrossed in her conversation that she didn’t notice the shadow looming behind her. Another woman happened to look up and saw a delicate-looking face.
Her face was a bit grim.
The chattering woman was oblivious to the person standing behind her.
When the person in front of her became visibly disturbed, she lightly coughed as a signal, and subtly elbowed the talkative woman. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on N0velFire.ɴet
The woman’s voice abruptly halted, she slowly turned around, and jumped with surprise on seeing the person behind her, dramatically clutching her chest.
"You scared me to death!" Her eyes rolling back, she showed no hint of guilt; instead, she arrogantly said, "Why are you eavesdropping here? Shouldn’t you hurry up and see our dear designer Charlotte’s grand arrival?"
The tone of her voice was deliberately irritating. Coco clenched her teeth, her hands stiffened at her sides, her eyes glittered with exasperation.
"Shyla, I notice you love talking behind people’s backs, but I never saw you do something impressive," Coco’s voice trembled with anger, "Besides, you can’t believe everything you read on the internet. You shouldn’t be spreading rumors!"
"Oh, this is too hilarious," Shyla rolled her eyes, "You’ve already done those shameless things in secret, why are you afraid of people talking about it? If you’re so guilty, then don’t do it."
Coco was at a loss for words, her eyes welling up with angry tears, she extended her hand as if to slap Shyla.
Seeing the escalating situation, the other woman hastily got up and held Coco back, "Coco, don’t lose your cool. Go to the office, Charlotte is waiting for you."
Meanwhile, Shyla snorted lightly and turned her head to continue touching up her makeup.
Coco held back the urge to punch that heavily made-up face, forced herself to calm down, and then entered Charlotte’s office.
As Coco opened the door, Charlotte turned from the sound, and took note of Coco’s reddened eyes.
She looked somewhat surprised and raised an eyebrow, "What happened? Who bullied you?"
At that, Coco’s eyes widened, her voice still shaky: "Everyone in the design department is secretly gossiping about you, saying really ugly things."
Finishing her words, Coco glanced at Charlotte, her expression complicated: "Charlotte, I know you’re not like what they’re saying, why not explain it to them?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte knew that Coco had attempted to defend her.
Feeling a sense of warmth, she pulled out a tissue and gave it to Coco, laughing, "There’s no need to explain, the innocent will be vindicated. Even if I did explain, there’s no guarantee anyone would listen."
She shrugged her shoulders: "So why waste the breath?"
Anyway, once the project was complete, she was planning on washing her hands clean of the office. There was no need to bother with explanations.
Understanding the situation, Coco nodded and then as if remembering something, said, "Oh yes, Charlotte, Mr. Battleson asked for you to come to his office. Seems like he has something to discuss with you."
Surprise flickered in Charlotte’s eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. She nodded, "Alright, I’ll go right now."
Charlotte knocked on the office door. After a few seconds, a low, masculine voice came from inside.
A brief pause was noted in Charlotte’s expression then she opened the door and entered.
At the same time, the man who had been reading a document raised his head to look at her.