Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 347

"Alternating workweeks? How come I didn't hear about this?" Celestine frowned.

Although Crystal often joked about being a capitalist, she never skimped on well-deserved time off.

Kismet Collective had always had a standard two-day weekend, with triple pay for overtime and paid leave for special circumstances.

Flossie lowered her voice. "Celly, this new schedule only applies to us interns, so you probably didn't get the notification."

Still, even if the interns were the ones rushing the project, many of the designs were ones Celestine had personally followed and participated in.

If they needed to coordinate or draft initial design concepts, she would still have to be the one to do it.

In that case, any related questions would require them to contact her.

It was basically asking her to work overtime from home, and without a doubt, it would be unpaid.

Celestine rubbed her temples, her head feeling heavy and tired.

She hadn't expected someone like Bagehot to pull such a rigid move.

"Flossie, send me the part you need help with. I'll see what I can do from home in a bit."

"Celly, you're still sick... You shouldn't overwork yourself," Flossie said with concern.

"It's fine. If they sent you to call me, they must really be at their wit's end. I can't hold everyone back. Just email it to me, and I'll send it back to you when I'm done."

Celestine glanced at the missed calls—there were over a hundred of them.

Yolande alone accounted for two-thirds of them.

If she weren't also an intern, Celestine might have suspected Bagehot had hired her as a personal enforcer, specifically to torment her.

Celestine gave Flossie a few more instructions before hanging up.

She got out of bed, touched her forehead, and turned on her computer to download the files.

By the time she had finished her part and hit send, her hands and feet were already starting to feel cold.

Bang!

A loud crash suddenly came from outside the room.

Celestine's head snapped up, a bad feeling suddenly washing over her.

His little face, which had just been washed yesterday, was now back to its original sooty state.

His white shirt had been stained a dingy beige, with several holes burned through it.

Celestine's blood pressure spiked. She suppressed her anger before speaking. "Come out."

With his head bowed low, Raymond awkwardly followed Celestine out of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I just wanted to do something for you…"

Celestine turned and stared at him, her voice icy. "I don't need you to do these things, and you have no obligation to."

Raymond felt a lump form in his throat. "I know… It's just that you're sick, and I thought some soup might make you feel better. Mom, do you still have a fever?"

Celestine shot him a cold glance. "That's none of your business."

Her words shattered Raymond's heart.

His voice was even more defeated when he spoke. "Mom, do you hate me that much?"