The next morning came, and Arianne went to work with a well-adjusted mindset.
It was in her nature to do that. No matter how spoiled her mood was during the day before, the effects only lasted for a night, tops. She was indisposed to trapping herself with negative feelings for far longer than the problematic issue warranted.
The first thing that greeted her in the office was Sylvain, who wore one of his most mopey looks ever. “What the heck, Sylvain? It’s a bit too early for that look… Couldn’t wake?” she teased.
Sylvain leaned against the back of the office chair with his “kill me please” expression. “Oh, worse than that, ma’am. It’s way, waaaaaaay worse.”
Arianne guessed. “Gosh, has a calamity has befallen your relationship with Robin?”
“Bruh, would it kill you to generate positive thoughts for me?” Sylvain reparteed sourly. “I’ll have you know that ever since I met her mom that one time, Robin’s mom ceased being a problem for quite a while. I even get to go out on dates with Robin infrequently, so we’re fine for now, thank you. The problem—sigh—is my mom… this time. Looks like someone hit her head one day and made her remember that her son exists, and now, she’s come to see me.”
That tone alone was enough cue that she was looking at yet another case of anharmonic parents-children relationship. Arianne sat down and began tidying up scattered sketches on her table. “C’mon, no mother would forget their kid, so where’s this yammering about her ‘suddenly remembering her son’s existence’ coming from? If you’re in the mood of telling me, then spill it. If you don’t, suck it up and get on with your job because your attitude is not conducive to my work right now.”
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