Abigail’s Second Life

Irene found comfort in her words and flashed a grateful smile. "Thank you, Miss Quinn."

"Find your comfort zone. There's a historical project on the company's list, and I'll assign it to you. | trust

you with it," Abigail said, taking a sip of her drink after it was handed to her by the waiter.

"There's no need for thanks. Taking care of employees’ emotions is part of being a good leader. L.Moon isn't a

heartless company," she said warmly before narrowing her eyes and casually mentioning, "There are some

gossipers in the design department. Try not to take it to heart."

"How did you know?" Irene was taken aback. She did not want Abigail to get involved with the designers because

of her, and it would only add to her guilt.

With her abilities and status not quite matching up, she was sure to face ostracism from her colleagues.

"I've been there too. How could | not know? Talented people can sometimes coff as arrogant, while ordinary

people are easily overlooked. But you need to learn to adjust yourself. As long as they don't overstep, | won't

rush to dismiss them." Abigail thought of helping Irene.

But what about the future?

When Irene had to navigate these situations on her own without Abigail's support, how would she handle it?

"No. Even if they do something outrageous, as long as it doesn't violate company rules, you don't have to

intervene. I'll handle it myself," Irene said, determined not to rely too heavily on Abigail's assistance. She was

determined to forge her path independently.

"Sure, if you need any help, just letknow," Abigail said gently. "Did you take care of lunch? If not, let's split

the bill."

"l already paid. You're not here to buy spaghetti, are you? How about | treat you to this drink?" Irene didn't feel

the need to inquire about who had tipped off Abigail about her location. It wasn't important. Abigail arched an

eyebrow and grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

After sorting out the bill, Irene asked softly, "Mind if | catch a ride back to the office with you?"

"Are you full?" Abigail intended to grab safternoon tea to take back. After all, she had rushed over so quickly

that she barely had tto eat a few bites herself.

"Yeah, I'm good," Irene replied nervously.

She was starting to long for home, especially her grandma's tasty spaghetti. She hadn't anticipated the steep

prices at this pasta shop!

While eating, she felt a wave of pressure wash over her, compounded by the realization that a simple plate of

spaghetti could command such exorbitant prices. The more she dwelled on it, the more she couldn't help but feel

inferior, as if she didn't measure up even to a humble plate of spaghetti.

"I'm going to grab safternoon tea to keep myself fueled up. You can tag along. Spaghetti digests quickly,

and even though designing is mostly mental work, it can really drain your energy." Abigail headed toward the

parking lot, with Irene silently trailing behind her.

Abigail took her to a dessert shop and selected scakes that caught her eye. Then, she turned to Irene and

asked, "What about you?"

"No, thanks. | won't be eating this afternoon since | have plans." Irene declined politely.

Abigail then chose a box of colorful donuts for her. "These are great for snacking on the go, especially for

someone like you."

Once they were in the car, she also handed her a small carton of milk.

Irene felt obliged to accept, so she reluctantly took it.

When they arrived at the company entrance, Abigail stopped the car and allowed Irene to exit first.

Back at the office, many of the designers who had gone out for lunch hadn't returned yet. Irene tidied up her

desk and intended to leave promptly.

Despite having little to do, she still needed to head to the library to organize smaterials she hadn't finished

sorting.

Upon stepping into the elevator, she encountered Danielle and Floyd.

"Going out again? Spending all that tat the library won't make a difference. Design is all about talent, not

just studying," Danielle remarked with a sneer.

Danielle's knack for design was truly impressive and acknowledged by everyone at the company. The fact that

she was entrusted with Fairy Meadow's products on his own spoke volumes about his capabilities "Miss Quinn will

always have her back, unlike us," Floyd quipped sarcastically.

Irene didn't bother to argue and simply pressed the elevator button in silence.

Both of them felt a bit bored and grumbled as they exited the elevator.

Once they were out of earshot, Irene let out a quiet sigh of relief.

During the bus ride, she gazed out at the passing scenery and sighed silently to herself. Sear*ch the

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Upon reaching the library, she made her way to her usual section of books. While browsing, a young girl nearby

greeted her, "You're back again today! It's been a while since | last saw you."

They first met about a month ago when Irene, immersed in her research, frequented the library daily. It was

during this tthat she got to know the young girl.

Later, she couldn't find the information she needed, so she ventured to the university in Capitalis. There, at the

university library, she encountered the sgirl, and they exchanged a few words. "Yeah, I've been pretty busy

lately, but | managed to squeeze in sfree ttoday," Irene replied with a smile.

The girl reached into her bag and took out an apple. She offered it to Irene and said, "You don't seem a student

to me. I'm actually studying history and will be gearing up for the graduate entrance exam next year. So,

unfortunately, | won't be hanging around here as much."

Irene couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. It was impressive that the girl was pursuing such advanced studies.

"I work in historical costdesign," she confessed quietly.

"Wow, that's fascinating! Are you working on a film set?" the girl guessed.

Irene nodded, though she didn't consider her work on film sets to be particularly noteworthy.

"Given the lack of attention to detail

in modern cinema, individuals like

you, working behind the scenes, truly deserve recognition. May | ask which design company you're

working with?" the girl pressed on.

Irene felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "L.Moon," she admitted reluctantly.

"Wow!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "You're incredibly fortunate to be part of that

company! | know many friends who are designers, and they've applied countless times without success. Your

talent must be undeniable."