Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 308

Meanwhile, a gust of energy seemed to breeze through the door as I tried to peek inside, but the waiter quickly blocked my view.

“Privacy is a priority here,” he seemed to imply with his stance.

“Good evening, miss. Are you a friend of Mr. Shaw's group?” the waiter inquired in a polite but curious tone.

Shaw? The name didn't ring any bells.

I shook my head. “No, I think I've got the wrong room.”

As I turned to leave, I couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were piercing through me, sending shivers down my spine. When I glanced back, I found the door seamlessly shut.

Back in our private dining area, Christine had already ordered. “Check this out. Anything else you fancy?”

I replied, “I'm good. Whatever you guys have picked is perfect.”

The incident lingered in my thoughts, puzzling me. It wasn't anyone I knew, but the bits I caught sounded eerily relevant to my life. Yet, I couldn't recall anyone with the surname Shaw among Bryant's circle.

Sensing my distraction, Christine leaned in, whispering, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing,” I replied with a forced smile.

It wasn't the time or place for such worries. Thankfully, the lively atmosphere in the room soon distracted me from my brooding thoughts.

Jeff, a designer at our firm, stood up with his glass raised toward me and Christine, his voice shy yet filled with gratitude, “Ms. Webster, Ms. Jackson, I'm thrilled to be part of Janedream... Thank you, truly, for giving me this opportunity!”

Among the recruits, he stood out due to his age and experience. Despite being a decade out of college with little to show for it, it wasn't for lack of talent. Jeff always stuck to his unique aesthetic, refusing to bow to market trends.

Naturally, companies hesitated to gamble on an unproven designer, making it increasingly difficult for Jeff to find work. But his portfolio caught my eye one day. It was a gamble, but one worth taking, in my opinion.