Chapter 57: Jealous Woman
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Yvette stood there, perfectly still, her black eyes glaring at me, her face expressionless. ‘She’ commmed. “Mulling in business partners? Your employee management needs work, McLane!” This Hanesh. I wanted to ease her out. She was the one who started it. She had overheard my conversation—how could she possibly throw accusations like that? Zia looked on hand, bes eyes dating arpond, clearly unsure of what to make of the situation. I quated a few times, trying to smooth things over. “Well, she’s new and hasn’t been properly trained yet. I’ll personally take care of her training later.” “We’d like some coffee. Could you run downstairs and grab a few cups for us?”
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Yvette smirked. “If top-tier concept artists were like you—playing around in a private office and goofing off with other women—this company would have gone under by now. M. Lane’s this? She’s hurt at the vni menzer my work, so how could she say something like that? Was it just because I had chatted with Zia for a bit? Dr. Martenane diei fare looked perfectly túrmal fut dhe was acting like my ex-wife, scolding me as if I were her cheating husband. Cullspie jütztkovanie an employer taps a few woods during work, umayher that numpang deserves to postuler. Don’t blame the staff for that. You should ir acting like your superior’s family? A married man acting so unprofessionally, making connections was arrinting me of trying to steal far fiend. Minissially sexigan. Ma wauch nur king Yvette like usual; in (instead, the wiri pleading with her. “The people outside are watching. We hiding back whatever she was feeling. “Why did you how bin? Is he a comptautist? Or just an assistant→ but tharta Vyette akuwipi ed, “ite’s indy pealeeegli tube am assistant.” “Why should I explain that I’m a top-level concept… buy, abstracted audit and with poca skulls.”
Chapter 57: Jealous Woman
Nancy’s expression grew even more complicated. What surprised me was that she looked at Yvette with sympathy rather than… sympathy for… She patted Yvette on the shoulder. “Yvette, you should tone it down, or you might regret it later.” Yvette turned to look at her, her beautiful face now serious. “I came here today to meet the concept artist. Where is he?”