Coco looked at Florienna Ellis and continued, "That’s not all! Every day, she dumps all kinds of big and small tasks on . I’m about to lose my mind!"
The more she spoke, the more furious she beca. Coco’s brows were knitted tightly together.
anwhile, Florienna listened with great interest. As expected, Charlotte Thompson was just what she had imagined—pretentious and fake.
Then, Coco leaned a little closer to Florienna and whispered, "And listen, I’ve accidentally discovered a massive secret."
"What secret?" Florienna’s interest was piqued instantly.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone," Coco said, her expression solemn.
Curiosity clawed at Florienna like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She hurriedly promised and urged Coco to spill the secret.
"Miss Thompson, besides being a director, isn’t she also the famous designer Joy? One of her previous designs that won a gold award—apparently, it was plagiarized from an unknown designer! After she beca famous, that designer wanted to sue her. But she used the strong-arm tactics of the Thompson Family to suppress the matter..."
"What? Really?!" Florienna gasped, utterly stunned by such explosive gossip.
Seeing her reaction, Coco quickly pressed a finger to her lips and made a "shh" gesture, signaling Florienna to lower her voice.
Realizing her reaction was a bit over the top, Florienna nodded repeatedly, "Is that true?"
"One ti, she didn’t shut the break room door properly. I accidentally overheard her on a phone call with her family," Coco said, arching a playful brow at Florienna.
"I can’t believe she’s that kind of person," Florienna murmured softly. But in her heart, she had already committed all this information to mory.
"Being an assistant to Miss Thompson is pure torture," Coco said, crossing her arms over the stack of files she held, then letting out an exhausted sigh.
"But I’ve decided to resign at the end of this month."
"Resign?" Coco’s sudden shift in topic caught Florienna off guard.
Coco’s expression suddenly turned mysterious. "Because I’ve already started my own clothing brand! I’ve been selling through live streams online and earned quite a bit of money already."
Hearing this, Florienna wasn’t particularly interested. Still, she maintained an outward appearance of enthusiasm.
"Oh, really? That’s impressive. What’s the brand called? I’ll support you soday and buy a few pieces."
"Oh, it’s just so clothing designs I casually ca up with," Coco said with a shy wave of her hand. But despite her modesty, she pulled out her phone and opened her online shop.
"Look, here are so styles I’ve designed and launched."
Coco swiped through her catalog, and Florienna gave it a cursory glance. But when her eyes landed on a particular dress, sothing seed off.
"Wait a second..."
Florienna placed her hand over Coco’s phone screen to stop her and slowly scrolled up, finally pausing at a certain dress on the display.
"This dress... Did you design it yourself?"
The mont Coco heard the question, a fleeting expression of panic crossed her face. Though she quickly masked it, Florienna didn’t miss the subtle change.
"Yeah... Of course, I designed it myself," Coco replied hesitantly.
But Florienna narrowed her eyes slightly, studying Coco with suspicion. "Really? Then why does this design seem so familiar to ? I feel like I’ve seen it before at the company..."
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