His words abruptly stopped as Genevieve appeared.
His face, flushed red with anger, looked as if he had suffered a great injustice on my behalf.
"Honey, how come you're out of the hospital so soon? Don't worry about the company, Fintan's helping me."
Genevieve, with a face full of tenderness, tried to come over and take my hand.
I snorted and dodged her, "What, am I not allowed to come? If I hadn't come to the office today, I wouldn't have known that Miss Frost here had already pushed me out."
She gave an awkward smile and pulled me into the office, "Fintan wants to gain experience, so just let him, okay? He's still new to this, and you're older than him, so you should guide him more."
As the office door was pushed open, I realized that everything I had originally designed had been shattered and demolished, completely remodeled.
The decorating style here was now everything I hated most, yet everything Fintan loved best.