Chapter 390
Chapter 390:
When Yelena finished, Cayson led a round of warm applause. Her reasoning was impeccable, her approach visionary.
Cayson stood up, pleased with Yelena’s proposal. “Your plan is excellent! We’ll proceed with it this time.” For Bella, it stung.
She had invested countless hours and sleepless nights attempting to prove herself indispensable.
Yet here she was, overshadowed once more by the quiet competence of an upstart newcomer.
Her heart churned with resentment as she followed Cayson out of the conference room.
“Cayson, I have something to tell you…” she said, hurrying after him, her mind racing with possible ways to regain lost ground.
Back in the meeting room, Lynn found herself watching Yelena carefully.
She had never thought much of the younger woman—just another intern, another name on a long list. Now that Yelena had proven her brilliance, Lynn’s respect tangled with unease.
The intern wasn’t merely talented; she might soon pose a threat to Lynn’s own position as design department director.
“Yelena, come with me,” Lynn said, her tone sharp and eyes narrowed.
Yelena gave a curt nod, her voice devoid of emotion. “Alright p>
Tessa’s face was filled with genuine worry when she looked at Yelena. It was as though Tessa anticipated nothing short of a disaster.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Yelena asked, confused.
𝗙𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻
Worried lines creased Tessa’s forehead, and she said softly, “I’ve been here a long time, Yelena. When Lynn looks like that, it means she’s really mad. Be careful when you talk to her. Don’t say anything that might set her off p>
Yelena was surprised at Tessa’s concern. She offered a reassuring smile and said, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing, and I can handle it p>
With that, Yelena pushed open Lynn’s office door. She had barely taken a step inside when a folder came hurtling toward her face. Startled, she jerked back, narrowly avoiding a painful collision.
Had she been a second slower, she’d be nursing a bruise right now.
As Yelena straightened, she locked eyes with Lynn. The director’s gaze was chilling, as sharp as a blade, and brimming with barely concealed fury.
“Yelena, do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Lynn’s tone was cutting, her words clipped and tense. She gestured impatiently for Yelena to shut the door.
But Yelena made no move to oblige. Instead, her voice remained calm, her posture unwavering. “Miss Lancaster, are you suggesting my design isn’t good enough p>
Of course, Lynn didn’t mean that, and they both knew it. If anything, Yelena’s proposal had been extraordinary, surpassing even Lynn’s best work. And that was the real problem here.
“Yelena, your design is impressive. I’ll take it from here. Just hand it over to me,” Lynn said, her voice sharp.
Yelena locked eyes with Lynn, silent and unyielding. Lynn’s heart skipped a beat. Yelena had a reputation for being a tough nut to crack, her icy demeanor never thawing, and not once had Lynn seen her smile. Standing near her was like stepping into a walk-in freezer—chilling and uncomfortable.
Today, Yelena exuded an even sharper edge, her presence so fierce it felt like she could slice through someone with just a glare.
With a demeanor that commanded attention, Yelena could easily be mistaken for the leader of the group. Lynn, clearly irked, tried to assert her dominance. “Yelena, who’s in charge here, you or me? If you think you can do better, take my seat,” she snapped, standing up and pointing to her chair.
She thought she was making a statement, not expecting the newcomer to dare challenge her.