No one else knew, but she had seen Dawn and Ethan walking together all the way, so she couldn't believe Ethan could really fall for someone else.
Dawn's face was blank. She said calmly, "Whatever they saw, they saw. What's the point of clearing things up?"
Janice's eyes widened in disbelief. After a long pause, she whispered, "You mean ... Boss really cheated?"
Dawn didn't know if Ethan had really cheated. Right now, all she could focus on was work. Besides this, she didn't know what else she could do.
"Forget that," she said, pushing her laptop closer. "Tell me what's going on here."
Her previous design proposal had been completely altered. The final version had nothing to do with her original ideas.
"Erm ... " Janice hesitated, unsure how to explain. But just then, the office door suddenly opened. Linda walked in wearing high heels, each step sharp like a knife.
"This was my decision."
...
Dawn looked at her, and a vague understanding formed in her mind. Still, she asked anyway, "Why?"
"If there must be a reason ... there isn't one," Linda said professionally, her makeup flawless, showing not a trace of emotion.
"Dawn, I've handled all your work during this period myself. Frankly, I doubt your professionalism. From now on, you are no longer the lead designer at Dreammaker Studios.
"But because of your past contributions, I won't fire you immediately. We'll evaluate your performance on upcoming projects, then senior management will decide your future here."
Senior management? Dawn knew exactly who that meant—him.
She wanted to laugh, but her face felt stiff, like her muscles were frozen.
"No problem," she said. She didn't have the right to refuse.
Linda nodded. "Then move your desk back to your old spot. Your tasks are the same as before. But if you skip work without a reason again, I'll have no choice but to handle it officially."
With that, she turned and walked out confidently, radiating arrogance.
Janice let out a soft snort.
"How can someone take advantage of a person in a tough spot and make things worse?"
"It's fine," Dawn whispered, her eyes lowered, emotion hidden. "You go on with your work. I'll move my stuff myself."
Janice valued her career, but she couldn't let her friend face this alone. She helped Dawn carry her things and kept offering words of comfort.
"Don't worry. Your resume is excellent. If it comes to it, you can find another company. And men are the same—he's not the only one in the world!"
Dawn seemed lost in thought.
"Hey."
Janice gave her a gentle pinch. "It's Mr. Jackson."
...
Dawn lifted her head, and their eyes met.
Her heart skipped a beat, then raced violently. She bit her lip and tugged Janice's sleeve. "You go ahead. I need to say a few things to him."
Janice glanced at her, then at Ethan, who carried himself with calm authority.
Some things aren't meant to be controlled by little people, she thought.
"Okay, I'll leave. You ... try to handle it well," Janice said. She really wanted to shout at him, but Ethan was her boss, so she held back.
Janice walked away, shooting a warning look at any coworkers trying to watch the scene. Soon, silence fell. Even Victor stepped aside with another person.
Dawn felt her throat go dry. She cleared it before speaking. "Mr. Jackson, you're so busy ... how do you still have time to come to the office?"

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