Chapter 60

Evelyn's phone buzzed violently.

Martha's messages came rapid-fire: [Evelyn! Check Vincent's interview now! Emergency!]

Evelyn looked up from her mountain of manuscripts, rubbing her sore neck. [Haven't seen it. What's wrong?]

Martha sent a voice message: "Still proofreading? Finance Department's treating you like slave labor!"

Evelyn smiled bitterly.

Since transferring to Finance, she'd fallen into a bottomless pit.

Editor Penelope Pope always looked half-dead: "Newbies need extra proofreading practice."

Yet the entire department's workload landed on her.

"Finance isn't entertainment," colleagues chimed in. "One typo costs fifty bucks. Can you afford that?"

Evelyn stared at the dense financial reports, her temples throbbing.

Martha texted again: [Check the byline! They put you last!]

Evelyn opened the digital edition, her eyes turning cold.

Victoria Henn, Charlie Young, Martha Nash... Her name was shoved to the very end.

Martha raged: [Why's that useless Charlie second? He didn't even attend the interview!]

Evelyn actually laughed: [Let them fight over it.]

"Evelyn!" Someone called across the office. "Can you fetch our bubble tea?"

She looked up to see a colleague's fake smile. "Accidentally chose store pickup."

Evelyn closed her laptop. "Delivery won't come upstairs?"

"Everyone's busy..." The woman avoided eye contact.

Evelyn grabbed her phone and left.

At the tea shop, she messaged the department group: [No order here.]

Instant chaos:

[Oops wrong location!]

[It's three blocks over...]

[Be a dear and go there?]

Penelope made her entrance: [We're all swamped. Be understanding.]

Evelyn typed coldly: [Whoever ordered can fetch it.]

Dead silence.

Then Melissa Lee appeared: [One less proofread if you go.]

Evelyn replied instantly: [Which one?]

More silence.

Finally she selected the thickest financial report and hailed a cab.

Her arms trembled loading sixty drinks into the trunk.

"Was this slave labor worth fighting for?"

Alexander's mocking voice came from behind.

He leaned against his car, eyes glacial.