I didn’t sleep a wink all night.
The next morning, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes.
I had to deal with the Sebastian Forrest problem, but I also had to go to work.
But as soon as I got to the office, I saw a circle of colleagues gathered outside the manager’s office, all craning their necks to look inside.
"Wow! She really is a big star. So beautiful!"
"Ah! She looks even better in person than on TV..."
Hearing my colleagues’ gasps of admiration, I guessed so female celebrity had co to the company.
But I wasn’t really interested in celebrities.
But just as I sat down at my desk and started organizing the materials I’d need, Julian Hayes walked over, his brow furrowed as he looked at . "Joyce..."
"Hayes, what’s wrong?"
"Clara Langley is here..."
His words stunned for a mont. "Clara Langley?"
Julian Hayes nodded. "I was just in the manager’s office. From what I overheard, Clara Langley is here for you. She said if you agree to be her exclusive voice actress, she’ll drop what happened before..."
"Impossible. I won’t agree to that."
I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Speak of the devil. Clara Langley was like a ghost you couldn’t shake.
Hearing this, Julian Hayes’s brow furrowed even more, his face filled with worry. "Joyce, don’t be impulsive. You can’t afford to offend a famous star like her. If she really wants to cause trouble for you, your life in the voice acting industry will be difficult."
"Hayes, I appreciate your good intentions, but I’ll handle this myself."
"Joyce..."
But before Julian Hayes could finish, a colleague ca over and told I was wanted in the manager’s office.
"Thanks, I got it. I’ll be right there."
When I pushed open the door to the manager’s office, I saw Clara Langley sitting on the sofa with her back to . Her agent was beside her. Hearing a sound from behind, the agent instinctively turned to look at , her expression arrogant, a flash of disdain in her eyes.
The manager quickly stood up and walked toward , shooting a aningful look. "Joyce, look how sincere Miss Langley is, coming all this way to invite you personally. You have to give her so face this ti..."
At that mont, the agent also made a show of standing up, her chin slightly raised. "Our Clara is as beautiful as she is kind, always willing to forgive and forget. Miss Joyce, I’d advise you not to play hard to get."
As she spoke, she pointed to a contract on the coffee table, then pulled the cap off a pen and slapped it on the table with a CLACK. "Hurry up and sign it. The pay has been raised to sixty thousand per episode. That’s the rate for a top-tier voice actor..."
"I said, I’m not signing."
The mont I finished speaking, the manager put his head in his hands, looking like the sky was about to fall.
The agent’s face twisted with frustration and anger as she pointed at . "Are you crazy? Or do you not understand plain language..."
But before the agent could finish, Clara Langley seed to recognize my voice. She whipped her head around to look at , her face full of disbelief. "Chelsea Joyce? How is it you?!"
A cold smile touched my lips. "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?"
The agent looked at Clara Langley, completely baffled. "Clara, you know her?"
Clara Langley had recovered from her shock by now. She pursed her lips, leaned close to her agent’s ear, and whispered, "She’s Theodore Grant’s ex-wife."
"What! It’s her?" The agent was completely shocked, finally muttering to herself as it dawned on her, "No wonder I thought she looked a little familiar..."
"Joyce, do you know Miss Langley?" the manager asked, sidling up to and lowering his voice.
"You could say that..."
"That’s great!" The manager’s face lit up with delight. "So what’s your relationship like? Is it good?"
I suddenly smiled. "It’s awful."
"..."
I saw the hope instantly die in the manager’s eyes.
Just then, Clara Langley stood up, her chin raised in arrogance. "If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have bothered making this trip!"
As she spoke, she looked up and down with a disgusted expression. "I heard you got quite a lot in the divorce settlent. Why are you still out here working?"
At her words, the manager’s jaw dropped as he stared at in astonishnt.
"You don’t need to worry about that, Miss Langley. You should worry more about your own stomach. You might not be able to fit into a wedding dress..."
"You—" Clara Langley sputtered, speechless with anger. I had clearly hit a nerve.
The manager, now looking completely stunned, shifted his gaze to Clara Langley’s abdon. His expression was like that of a erkat scurrying around a lon patch—so much gossip, he couldn’t possibly keep up!
"Ms. Archer, let’s go!"
Watching Clara Langley storm out, the manager finally snapped out of his shock. He hurried over to , his face a mask of gossip. "Clara Langley is pregnant?"
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as I nodded. "Yeah."
"Damn! Pregnant before marriage? Is it with that CEO from Grant Corporation?"
"I don’t know either."
The manager nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "From the looks of it, Clara Langley must be at least two months along. She’s starting to show. But the Grant Corporation CEO just got divorced this month..."
The manager’s eyes lit up. "An affair during the marriage, the mistress taking over... what a huge scoop..."
’...’ I had no idea the manager loved to gossip so much.
"Manager, if there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to work."
The manager nodded quickly. "Nothing else, nothing else. Go on back. Work hard."
...
That evening after work, Chloe Miller ordered a ton of delicious food to my place.
I told her all about my encounter with Clara Langley today.
"That Clara Langley, she’s like a bad on you can’t shake. How do you run into her everywhere? Such bad luck!" Chloe said, looking annoyed. "Knowing her, I bet she’ll try to screw you over behind your back. You need to be careful lately. If it cos down to it, ask Master Forrest for help..."
"Chloe, I want to move back," I said, cutting her off.
"Why?" Chloe looked surprised. "Isn’t this place great? It’s much bigger than your old one, and it’s close to your office..."
At this, she seed to realize sothing, and a suggestive grin spread across her face. "Hehehe, Chelsea, ’fess up. Did sothing... indescribable happen when you went to Varden with Master Forrest?"
"No..." I quickly shook my head.
"Then why are you moving?"
I couldn’t help but purse my lips. After a mont’s hesitation, I finally said it. "Senior Forrest... I think he likes ..."
"I know that. He’s always liked you... Wait, that’s not right..." Chloe stared at , confused. "How do you know? Don’t tell he confessed to you?"
"..."
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