Gwyneth stood up without hesitation, though a hint of confusion flickered across her face. "What does she want with me?"
It was only her second day at The Everhart Group. At her level, why would the deputy director be interested in her?
"You'll find out when you get there. I'm just the messenger—how would I know?"
Vera didn’t bother hiding her impatience. The others in the office shot them a brief glance, then quickly buried themselves in their work, pretending nothing was happening.
Gwyneth tidied her desk with a practiced sweep, then followed Vera down the hall.
Inside the office, Yvette was immersed in a stack of paperwork, flipping through pages, occasionally jotting down notes or stamping her signature. She looked completely absorbed, as if she had no time for small talk.
Vera nudged Gwyneth forward. "Go on in."
Peeking through the half-open door, Gwyneth took in the scene. Yvette was laser-focused on her documents, not at all like someone who wanted a conversation.
"Miss Yvette looks really busy—maybe I should come back later?" Gwyneth ventured. She still had work piling up; if she fell behind on the concept art, the whole team's progress would stall.
Vera snorted. "And what, you think this is a grocery store where you can come and go as you please? If she’s busy, you wait. God, you really are new—ever worked a day in your life? No sense of workplace etiquette at all."
She rolled her eyes and stalked off, leaving Gwyneth standing awkwardly at the door.
Left with no choice, Gwyneth took a breath, knocked, and stepped inside. Yvette didn’t even bother to look up, let alone acknowledge her.
Seeing just how swamped Yvette was, Gwyneth inched closer, her voice gentle. "Miss Yvette, you wanted to see me?"
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