Chapter 133
Chapter 133:
I looked at Violet in a new light. I hadn’t expected her to have this kind of nerve, to be this… brazen. The office was full of people who could hear every word, and she wasn’t even pretending to keep it quiet.
Clearly, she’d stopped caring about what people thought after the online backlash.
“I suggest you start looking for a new job,” she said as a parting shot. “You’ll never get ahead of me as long as I’m at Nyx. You have some talent, sure, but if you want to make a name in this industry, you need cash, you need backing. And you?” She shook her head at me in mock pity. “You have nothing p>
“And you have coffee breath p>
“What?” She huffed out a breath against her palm instinctively, then realized she’d been tricked. “That’s low p>
“Whatever works,” I shrugged.
She scowled. “You’re such a juvenile p>
“Hey, Violet p>
“What?” She turned around.
“Would you at least admit that without you, I would have won the spot hands down p>
Thinking I was fishing for acknowledgment, she conceded like a gracious winner. “Sure, but it doesn’t matter p>
“So, that means you spent thirty million dollars just to be where I would have been. Huh.” I tapped a finger on my chin. “It’s nice to know how much I’m worth, thanks p>
Violet’s face went stiff.
Her lips moved soundlessly, struggling but failing to deliver a clever comeback. Everybody else in the open office was busy—busy pretending they were working and not eavesdropping, busy hiding their snickers behind file folders, busy livestreaming every word that was said in group chats.
The rest on gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩺𝒸𝗈𝗺
Violet stood there like a statue trying to come alive.
I handed her the coffee cup back. “FYI, the final round’s live sketches. I’m afraid your hired designer can’t help you then p>
She gripped the cup. Coffee sloshed over the rim. “You think you’re so smart. You think you’re so—Married p>
She grabbed my left hand. “Is that a wedding ring p>
I snatched my hand back. “It is. And it’s also none of your business p>
“You are married?” she repeated, still incredulous. Then her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Wait, today’s Rhys Granger’s wedding day, right? How could—? Ah, I see p>
“See what p>
“He’s marrying another woman. You must be devastated, so you’ve gone and put on a ring to make yourself feel better, haven’t you p>
Every pair of ears within a fifty-meter radius rotated towards my cubicle like auto-tracking satellite dishes.