Chapter 485
Chapter 485:
Yelena responded with calm confidence, “You don’t need to worry about that. The one leaving won’t be me p>
Lynn squinted at Yelena, her eyes narrowing in irritation. Such arrogance! She decided to bide her time and see how things played out.
Once outside Lynn’s office, Tessa glanced at Yelena with a nervous look. “I’m so sorry. I dragged you into this mess.” Originally, Lynn had only intended to edge Tessa out of the picture, but now Yelena had gone and gambled her own career in the process. What on earth were they supposed to do now?
Yelena gave her friend a steady look, her voice calm but firm. “Relax. Neither of us is going anywhere p>
Tessa’s lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but her voice betrayed her. It was as though a knot had lodged itself in her throat, silencing whatever words she had been about to say.
When they returned to their desks, their eyes fell on a shocking sight—Tessa’s workstation buried under a chaotic pile of Madonna’s belongings. Madonna, assuming Tessa had already been shown the door, had boldly laid claim to the desk as if she were a queen staking her territory.
“Who said you could park yourself here?” Yelena’s voice cut through the air, ice dripping from every syllable as she shot Madonna a withering glare.
Madonna stiffened, her bravado faltering for a brief moment. Yelena always had a knack for commanding a room, and that aura hadn’t faded since their school days. Back then, Madonna could never outshine her, and now, at work, it seemed Yelena still had the upper hand.
But this time, Madonna wasn’t backing down. Not without a fight.
“Tessa’s already been booted,” Madonna said, her smile smug and syrupy sweet. “The desk’s up for grabs, isn’t it? Why shouldn’t I take it p>
Yelena’s gaze could have frozen molten lava. “Wrong. Who told you she’s leaving p>
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Madonna’s smugness wavered, her confidence cracking. Wait—what? Wasn’t Tessa supposed to be history? Her eyes darted around the room, searching for reinforcements. It wasn’t long before she spotted Bella storming out of Lynn’s office, her face a storm cloud of fury.
Madonna shot Yelena a seething look but didn’t dare say another word.
The moment Madonna walked toward Bella, Yelena didn’t miss a beat. With one swift motion, she swept Madonna’s belongings off the table, sending them tumbling to the floor in a glorious, defiant crash.
Hearing the crash, Madonna spun around, her jaw tightening at the sight of her belongings scattered across the floor.
“What’s wrong with you, Yelena? Are you out of your mind?” she yelled, her fury echoing through the room.
The other coworkers froze mid-motion, their eyes darting between the two women like spectators at a high-stakes tennis match.
Everyone in the office knew Madonna wasn’t just an ambitious colleague—she was Bella’s trusted right hand. Crossing Madonna meant tangling with Bella herself, a move few dared to make.
But Yelena wasn’t just anyone, and she clearly wasn’t interested in playing it safe. With one bold move, she’d managed to antagonize both Madonna and Bella in a single sweep.
Their coworkers, sensing the brewing storm, quickly distanced themselves, retreating to the safety of their workstations. No one was eager to get caught in the crossfire.
One designer, braver—or more foolish—than the rest, muttered, “Yelena, this is a workplace, not a cage fight. If you’re going to stir up trouble, at least do it somewhere else p>
Bella, ever the queen of composed condescension, stepped forward with a placid smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Let’s not overreact. It seems we’ve had a misunderstanding. Since Tessa hasn’t been let go after all, Madonna can simply find another seat. No harm done p>