In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 85

May Wilson takes my computer away and gives it to Nicole Snow.

No!

Nicole Snow wouldn’t let me go if she saw the unfinished drawings.

“The computer is my personal property. It’s my privacy. You have no right to see it.”

I try to get my computer back, but May Wilson stops me and I can only watch Nicole Snow open my computer.

I really regret why I didn't set a password for my computer and why I put folders on the desktop. Nicole Snow opens the folder and checks.

My heart lifts, like being sent to the execution ground.

But Nicole Snow frowns.

Somehow, I feel strange.

May Wilson might have noticed. She walks up and looks at the screen with Nicole Snow, then she yells at me, “What's wrong with you, Jane Noyes? Is it fun to lie when you’ve already finished the work but pretending not do it yet?”

I go over and push them away. She is right. I really see the refined drawings on my computer.

All drawings are done.

And they are refined better than I do.

I can’t get all drawings down while sleepwalking. All I can think is...Did Frances Louis help me with that?

No wonder he tells me don’t worry. It turns out that he has done everything for me.

Did he stay up last night to help me finish the work?

I am a little moved by him.

Frances Louis does not seem as cold as he shows. He must stay up all night for me.

“Jane Noyes, you think it’s funny?” May Wilson adds, seeing that I keep silent.

I don’t expect things would turn out like this. I was almost afraid to death!

It’s luck for me to spare this crisis. I can’t tell them truth, “I have a high requirement for my work, so I want to check it again before handing out.”

“Do it quickly.”

I don’t want that.

“Ok, I know.”

I hang up and go back to the office. I collate the materials and give them to Nicole Snow.

Nicole Snow's face has been sullen all morning, but I am in a good mood. The worse she looks, the better I'm doing my job.

Although, it’s not me who did the job.

At noon, the front desk calls and says I have a visitor. It is a woman.

A woman? Who is she?

I go downstairs in doubt and see the figure standing in front of the company.

It looks familiar.

“Excuse me, you want see me?” I ask politely.

The woman turns and smiles to me.