A Love Rekindled

Chapter 18

Well, that was it. He was calling to thank me on behalf of Cindy.

I wasn't sure exactly what for. But whatever it was, I wouldn't rush to turn down something good.

I said, "Mr. Harold, you're too kind, just a moment."

Before I could finish, Bruce hung up the phone abruptly.

Soon after, I got a notification for a transfer, and ten thousand was sent to me by Bruce.

Then, a voice message popped up. But just as I was about to listen to it, the voice message got recalled. After thinking for a couple of seconds, I sent Bruce a thank-you sticker with a bow.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel so annoyed anymore. It's all thanks to Cindy.

The next day, I went to work as usual. As soon as I got into the office, Vanessa at the front desk told me, "Nance. Ms. Lane is in the meeting room. The meeting starts at 10:00 am."

I was confused.

When I saw Cindy in the meeting room, she explained, "Nance, have you forgotten? We agreed on adjusting the interface colors yesterday." She said it so naturally. Right then, Anika walked into the meeting room and heard her words.

Anika was in charge of our art department. She was a young woman who graduated from an arts school and was about the same age as Cindy. She looked at me and asked, "Nance, what's this about?"

I was planning to discuss it with Anika after Caroline came back, but it looked like we had to have the meeting right away.

So, Cindy, Anika, David, and I all went into the meeting room.

After having heard what we had to say, Anika blew up, "I spent two whole months on that interface, and now you want to change it just because she said so?"

Anika was talking to me, but the words she had spoken directed complaints about Cindy.

I was about to explain, but Cindy interjected, "This decision was made together by me, Mr. Harold, and Nance. Since you're getting paid, shouldn't you adjust the changes properly?"

Her tone was gentle, but there was a hint of arrogance between the lines.

Anika was incredulous. "What do you mean? dust because you have money, you (think you can do = anything?It s not that I don't want to change it. I just think that pink is tacky Do you even understand that?” _~ o

Cindy's face turned red with anger, "Without money, this project wouldn't even be able to happen."

Hearing this, I realized that things were going south and I was about to intervene. But before I could do so, Anika stood up and said, "Someone else can do it then. I'm not serving you any longer!"

I hurried to stop her, but then, I heard Cindy crying behind me. I turned around and saw that she was actually crying

I sighed and handed her a tissue, saying gently, "Ms. Lane, I know you're just looking out for the project, but we're all on the same team. We need to watch how we speak to each other.”

Using Bruce as a deterrent might work, but the real glue that held the team together was the genuine passion each member had for their work, not the pressure from external sources.

Like Anika, who happily worked overtime at home just because she loved the project. But then, Cindy asked me, "So, Nance, do you think that I did something wrong too?" I could only comfort her, "Don't worry, I'll handle it.”

After this incident took place, there was a weird tension in the studioProperty © of NôvelDrama.Org.

In the afternoon, I called Anika and asked her to meet me at the coffee shop downstairs.

"Nance, you know how much I love this project,” Anika said, feeling wronged and indignant. "Cindy is. just a stydent, so she can act cutein front of the investors all she wants. But when it comes to work, how exactly i is she worthy of the game planner's title? She's evenstrying to meddle in my work now.”

I tried to reassure her, "Taste is subjective: but since the investors” have given us the go-ahead, let's” take the good and leave the bad. And-thelieve, with your skills;this i is a rainor issue, right?" Content bélongs ~

Anika let out a long sigh. After that, she looked at me and said, "Nance, I'll do this for you. But you know that our interface is fine.” I was relieved, but then I looked up and saw Bruce and Cindy standing a stone’s throw away.

I had no idea when they arrived nor how much they heard. But Bruce had a dark look on his face whereas Cindy was biting her lips. Her eyes were also filled with tears

Suddenly, I had a bad feeling.

The next thing I heard was Cindy choking out, "Nance, is this what you all think of me?”