A scene unfolds.

Abigail emerged from the imposing corporate building, her face etched with frustration. She halted, taking a deep breath as she gazed back at the structure. Turning away, she began to walk again, her phone ringing abruptly.

"Hello?" she answered, forcing a smile into her voice.

"Did you get it?" The voice on the other end was laced with curiosity.

Abigail's sigh was audible. "No, they want someone with more experience."

The voice on the other end erupted in indignation. "Seriously? How can they say you're not experienced? You're proficient in everything from marketing to accounting..."

Abigail intervened, calming her down. "Calm down, I can try another job. How was the sale?"

"Not bad!" Harper replied.

Recalling a prior commitment, Abigail hastily added, "Hang up, I have to go."

With that, she swiftly ended the call and hailed a cab.

In a nearby café, a man in a crisp black suit sat with his legs crossed, engrossed in a stack of files. He occasionally sipped his coffee, his focus unwavering. That was until a young waitress placed a slice of cake in front of him.

He looked up, a hint of confusion etched on his face, and met the girl's gaze. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled.

"It's on the house," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, try it."

Before he could respond, she hurried off, leaving him staring after her. The man shook his head, a faint smile on his lips, before returning to his work.

He pulled out his phone to dial a number, but his attention was diverted to the girl who was intently fixing something on the glass wall of the café. She seemed oblivious to his gaze, likely because the glass was tinted, allowing her to work without noticing him watching from inside.

"Why do I always run into such eccentric people?" he thought, shaking his head in amusement. He refocused on his phone, his fingers hovering over the keypad. He then dialed a number and began to speak. "Send the proposal to the marketing team. And most importantly..." His voice trailed off as a loud, anguished cry echoed through the café.

He looked around, annoyance etched on his face, and witnessed a dramatic scene unfolding. The girl he had noticed earlier was sobbing uncontrollably, drawing the attention of every customer.

Her eyes blazed with anger as she confronted a guy who was on a date with another girl. "Don't you dare tell me you'll take responsibility?" she choked, her voice trembling.

The guy tried to placate her, but she wouldn't let him finish. "What is she talking about?" the other girl demanded, her face reddening with fury.

The guy attempted to explain, but the other girl cut him off. "Why did you tell me you loved me? Why did you lie?" she spat, her anger boiling over.

In a dramatic flourish, she splashed water in the guy's face and stormed out, grabbing her bag. The first girl stood frozen for a moment before following suit, leaving the guy alone and humiliated.

With a sheepish expression, he hastily covered his face and rushed out of the café, eager to escape the awkward scene.

As the drama unfolded in the café, the man on the phone remained oblivious, focused on completing his call.

Meanwhile, in a nearby park, Abigail stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes blazing with anger. Mason, the guy from the café, cowered before her.

"Gail, I swear it will never happen again," Mason pleaded.

Abigail's frustration boiled over. "I'm sick of you, Mason! Why can't you just commit to one girl? Or if you're not ready, don't be in a relationship!"

Mason's eyes darted around, ensuring they were alone. "Okay, I understand. Please, just keep this from my sister."

Abigail's anger turned physical as she landed a series of light punches on Mason's arm. "It's not your sister you should worry about, it's me! I'll kill you!" She smoothed her hair, her expression still fierce. "Get lost!"

Mason didn't need to be told twice. "Thank you, Abigail! I promise" He beat a hasty retreat, leaving Abigail to seethe in frustration.

Abigail's phone rang again, shrill in the silence. She hesitated, unsure if she wanted to answer. With a sigh, she picked up.

"Hey! Get to the Seer house, now," Luna ordered, her voice firm.

Abigail closed her eyes, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. "What happened again?"

Luna's tone turned bitter. "Your brother got drunk. Come and pick him up."

Abigail tried to tactfully decline. "I'm sorry, Luna. I'm a bit busy."

Luna's response was immediate and explosive. "Why do you always say no to me? Do you know what Julian did to me? You and your brother are just the same!" The line went dead as Luna hung up.

Abigail felt a surge of emotions: frustration, guilt, and anxiety. Despite her reservations, she knew she had to follow Luna's orders. With a heavy sigh, she headed to the Seer house to pick up her older brother, Julian.

As Abigail helped her brother into a cab, she apologized profusely to his coworkers, who had gathered to assist. Some of his friends helped hail the cab, and Abigail smiled politely to express her gratitude.

Meanwhile, Caleb, who had been watching from the stairs, caught sight of the familiar girl from the café. He assumed she was hanging out with some guy and inwardly judged her character, sighing to himself.

As he reached the bottom, an older man greeted him, attempting to make a good impression. "Please, sit down!" the old man said.

Caleb's expression remained stern. "I'll let it slide this time due to the circumstances, but there will be no more subpar production."

The older man nodded hastily. "Of course, Mr. Caleb!" He discreetly pulled out an envelope and slid it across the table to Caleb.

Caleb's eyes narrowed as he looked at the envelope, then back at the old man. "Please take care," the old man said, his voice laced with insincerity.

With an unreadable expression, Caleb slid the envelope back across the table. "I'm here as a favor to my sister's friend's uncle. Let's focus on quality work."

With that, Caleb stood and left. The old man forced a mocking smile. "He thinks he's already the chairman of DdB. So rude".