I felt sympathy for the client. If a person died in their new house, it would be impossible to live in it.
The house was a villa with a market price of ten million dollars. A small company like Matteo's could never afford it.
If they filed a lawsuit, Cannonwell Design's reputation would be further damaged, pushing them closer to bankruptcy.
I was steeped in guilt.
This was all because of Yael's incident.
Angel took the coffee and left for a construction site.
I hailed a cab to Cannonwell Design.
When I entered, no one was at the front desk. In the office where I used to work, most desks were already empty.
Those designers must have left the company.
I proceeded to Angel's office.
As usual, her desk was piled with clutter.
My final stop was at Matteo's office.
I stuck my ear to the door and heard him making a phone call. He seemed to be borrowing money.
He sounded so lowly and helpless.
It felt unpleasant to me.
Wasn't this all my fault?