Abigail’s Second Life

Sean hummed and instructed the driver to start the car. "Here's the thing. Irene refuses to leave her world, and

Kevin won't make the compromise either. So, for now, it's impossible for them to be together." His words

reminded Abigail of Damon and Eilane. Such things only happen by fate.

"Then again, Irene's actually a unique, rare gem." Abigail contemplated aloud, recognizing Irene's qualities.

"You must truly value someone to consider them that important. You have a knack for spotting treasures," Sean

praised with a grin.

"Are we still obtaining the marriage certificate? The possibility of another hiccup is makingworried." Abigail

scooted over and posed that question.

The impulsive urge to obtain the certificate had started to fade.

There were also times when Abigail reflected on the dream she had the other day. What does Grandma mean by

that? Is she aware that Sean and | still can't register our marriage?

She couldn't help but sigh.

Is something else going to happen?

"Let's delay that for now. Do we need a certificate to define our relationship?" Sean expressed, his eyes having a

delicate smile.

Upon their return to the office, she realized that Danielle and Floyd had already departed.

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As she settled into her seat, a gentle knock sounded at her door. "Please, cin," she welcomed softly.

The individual entering was a member of the design department, approximately 30 years of age.

"What's troubling you, Yeezy?" Abigail inquired gently as she capped her pen.

"I recorded the altercation between Irene and Danielle in the restroom. | was in a stall at the tand didn't dare

to intervene." Yeezy handed his phone to Abigail, who took the device into her possession.

"If it weren't for Kevin and Miss Quinn, do you think someone without any talent like you could succeed at

L.Moon? Have sself-awareness. If | were you, I'd jump from here!" Danielle mocked as he held Irene's diary.

Abigail observed the scene with a steely gaze.

"Return my diary," Irene demanded as she made an attempt to grab it.

Floyd took advantage of the situation and grabbed Irene's hair, after which he yanked her to the sink. Then,

Floyd shoved Irene's head into the water.

As Danielle laughed, she threw

Irene's diary out of the window. Once she approached Floyd, she yanked Irene's hair and pushed Irene toward

the window. "Jump now. If you can't live without your diary, then retrieve it yourself. You're useless without Kevin

and Miss

Quinn's protection. Who do you think

you are by venting to Mr. Chad?"

"I did nothing!" As she was pressed against the window, Irene nervously defended herself.

"Just stop lying, would you? You

seduced Kevin and manipulated him with your body, right? Floyd, strip her down and record it. Since she wants

to behave like a tramp, I'll treat her

like one!" Danielle instigated Floyd to

attack Irene.

In a panic, Irene pushed them away and tried to escape. However, Danielle used her leg to trip Irene, which

caused her to hit the sink. At the stime, their actions were interrupted by a knock on the door. "They always

bully Irene, and it is for no reason at all. | think they just dislike her," Yeezy whispered to Abigail after she was

done watching the video.

There was no justification for bullying someone who had nothing. If Danielle and Floyd could mistreat their co-

workers like this, it was probable they treated their schoolmates the sway.

"You have quite magnificent designs, if memory servesright. Would you be interested in taking Danielle's

position?" It was a suggestion that Abigail gave to Yeezy.

Although Yeezy had magnificent designs, they often lacked a bewitching narrative. Sure, Yeezy might not be on

the slevel as Danielle in terms of talent, but I'm sure my guidance would be of assistance to Yeezy.

"Thank you, Miss Quinn!" Yeezy had made such an effort that she wanted to get a promotion.

In a competitive setting such as L.Moon, designers without a compelling narrative often experience gradual

progress.

Opportunities might arise unexpectedly, but what truly mattered was the ability to seize them.

Abigail called for a management meeting later that day. She turned to Garrett after they were done watching the

video. "A penny for your thoughts?"

Abigail's presence made Garrett feel restless. "Susan, the janitor, toldabout the bullying Irene faced in the

elevator. Despite resolving that issue, it escalated into workplace harassment."

"An explanation was not requested. Sure, we have skilled employees. If they are misbehaving, shouldn't we take

action against them?" Abigail had a stern response.

Renowned for his strictness, the head of the design department remarked, "Irene's performance is subpar, and

she lacks significant projects. This has caused resentment among her colleagues." "Irene shouldn't receive a

promotion. Is that what you're implying?" Abigail asked, offering a faint smile as she posed the question.

Though he remained silent, his expression hinted at his reluctance.

"My best friend and | are the

het

founders of Moon, and we hold a significant portion of the shares. If even the shareholders can't intervene, why

do you think you can? If you're envious, resign. There are plenty of other qualified candidates eager to take your

place." Abigail was straightforward as she leaned back in her chair.

Garrett tried to speak up. "Miss Quinn-"

Abigail cut off Garrett. "I never said L.Moon doesn't show favoritism. As the CEO and primary shareholder, | have

the authority to hire whoever | see fit for the design department."