로그인Curtis walked toward Tessa with slow, deliberate steps, his presence cutting through the already tense atmosphere of the break area. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets, but there was nothing casual about the look in his eyes. It was a mixture of control, irritation, and something else he refused to name. By the time he reached her, Zoe had already stormed off, leaving behind whispers and curious glances from staff who quickly pretended to mind their business.He stopped just a short distance from Tessa, his gaze fixed on her face as though trying to read something deeper beneath her calm expression.“You can’t handle the project alone,” he said, his voice steady, almost dismissive, as though he was stating a fact rather than offering an opinion. He shifted his weight slightly, maintaining that air of authority he always carried. “If you plead with me, I’ll help you.”There was a brief pause, one that stretched just long enough to make it uncomfortable. Tessa looked a
The break area of Ecofel was too quiet than usual, the low hum of conversation drifting lazily through the space as a few staff members lingered around with their cups of coffee. The polished counter reflected the soft lighting above, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, warm and inviting, almost enough to mask the tension that seemed to follow certain people wherever they went.Tessa walked in calmly, her steps measured, her posture straight despite the lingering ache in her injured hand. Her expression was composed, unreadable to anyone who didn’t look closely. She moved towards the coffee machine without acknowledging anyone, as though the space belonged to no one in particular and she had every right to be there.Zoe was already standing by the counter, leaning slightly against it with her cup in hand. The moment Tessa entered, her gaze lifted, locking onto her with a slow, deliberate intensity. A faint smirk curved her lips, the kind that carried more meani
Tessa walked slowly toward her desk, her heels making soft, steady sounds against the polished office floor as she flipped through the official file in her hands. Her eyes were focused, scanning through the designs she had carefully put together the night before. Each sketch carried not just effort but intent, every line drawn with precision, every detail reflecting her growing determination to reclaim her place in a world that had once pushed her aside without a second thought. She had learned, painfully, how to stay locked into her own purpose.Behind her, Melina Perez approached with a cup of coffee in her hand, her steps light but deliberate. There was something calculated in the way she moved, something that didn’t quite match the careless expression on her face. As she drew closer, her hand tilted just slightly, and before Tessa could react, the hot liquid spilled directly onto the open file.Tessa gasped sharply, her body stiffening as she stared down at the soaked pages.
“Is that me and that bastard?” Curtis continued, his teeth clenched tightly as his fingers remained coiled around Tessa’s neck, his grip not tightening further but not loosening either. His face was close to hers, his breath uneven, his eyes searching for something: confirmation, denial, anything that would steady the storm rising inside him.Tessa struggled slightly under him, her chest rising as she fought to get enough air to speak. Her throat felt tight, but she forced the words out anyway.“He’s not a bastard,” she said, her voice strained but firm despite the position she was in. Her eyes locked onto his without hesitation. “He’s your son.”The words landed with a weight that neither of them could ignore.Curtis froze.Completely.It was as if time paused around him. The anger in his expression faltered, replaced by something else; shock, disbelief, something deeper that he couldn’t immediately name. Slowly, his grip around her neck loosened, his fingers relaxing one by one u
"I've rented a place near the company," Tessa said over the phone as she stepped out of her bedroom, her voice calm and stead. She walked slowly across the hallway, one hand holding the phone. The apartment was quiet around her. "Don't worry, okay? I just need somewhere closer for now. I'll be fine." She paused briefly as the person on the other end spoke, listening with her eyes slightly lowered, then nodded even though they couldn't see her. "Alright. I'll call you later. Bye."She ended the call and lowered the phone from her ear, letting out a quiet breath as she moved forward and then her body stiffened completely.A figure stood directly in front of her.So close that she hadn't registered his presence until she was nearly walking into him.The space between them was barely a step.Tessa gasped slightly, her heart lurching as she lifted her head and found Curtis's face.His expression was dark. Angry. Arranged into something unreadable in a way that immediately made every pa
The moment the weight of what had just happened settled on her shoulders, she turned and walked out, her heels striking the tiled floor.With sounds that betrayed the storm building inside her. The hallway outside felt longer than usual. Staff members who crossed her path instinctively stepped aside, sensing the anger radiating from her without needing to be told anything. Her mind was too occupied trying to make sense of something that refused to make sense.Tessa.Standing in her company.Not as a guest, not as someone begging for relevance, but as a top-tier designer sent directly from headquarters.It felt like a direct insult.By the time she reached her office, her patience had already worn thin. She pushed the door open with force and stepped inside, then slammed it shut behind her so hard that the sound bounced off the walls. For a brief moment, she stood still in the middle of the room, her chest rising and falling. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from fear but from







