Chapter 33 Overtime

"What do you think?" Melody retorted irritably. "Your project. Do you expect me to do it alone?"

Just then, Mia breezed past me whispering, "If you want to see some sincerity, remember to come find me tonight."

I shot her a glare. This woman was deliberately teasing me.

She was like a fox that had just stolen a chicken, her face breaking into a triumphant smile.

As the clock struck six, the marketing department was emptied of its occupants. Jessica among the last to depart.

Engrossed in my work, I remained at my desk until half past seven, hunger gnawing at my insides to the point where it felt as though my back was adhering to my chest. The cafeteria had long since closed its doors for the day, prompting me to order a pair of takeout meals.

As I awaited the arrival of food, Melody suddenly craned her neck, complaining, "After such a long day, my neck and waist are aching."

Her words instantly illuminated her intentions.