Sean hummed and instructed the driver to start the car. "Here's the thing. Irene refuses to leave her world, and Kevin won't make the compromise either. So, for now, it's impossible for them to be together."
His words reminded Abigail of Damon and Eilane. Such things only happen by fate.
"Then again, Irene's actually a unique, rare gem." Abigail contemplated aloud, recognizing Irene's qualities.
"You must truly value someone to consider them that important. You have a knack for spotting treasures," Sean praised with a grin.
"Are we still obtaining the marriage certificate? The possibility of another hiccup is making me worried." Abigail scooted over and posed that question.
The impulsive urge to obtain the certificate had started to fade.
There were also times when Abigail reflected on the dream she had the other day. What does Grandma mean by that? Is she aware that Sean and I still can't register our marriage?
She couldn't help but sigh.
Is something else going to happen?
"Let's delay that for now. Do we need a certificate to define our relationship?" Sean expressed, his eyes having a delicate smile.
Upon their return to the office, she realized that Danielle and Floyd had already departed.
Sean also mentioned that he had some pressing matters to attend to and didn't remain with her.
As she settled into her seat, a gentle knock sounded at her door. "Please, come in," she welcomed softly.
The individual entering was a member of the design department, approximately 30 years of age.
"What's troubling you, Yeezy?" Abigail inquired gently as she capped her pen.
"I recorded the altercation between Irene and Danielle in the restroom. I was in a stall at the time and didn't dare to intervene." Yeezy handed his phone to Abigail, who took the device into her possession.
"If it weren't for Kevin and Miss Quinn, do you think someone without any talent like you could succeed at L.Moon? Have some self-awareness. If I were you, I'd jump from here!" Danielle mocked as he held Irene's diary.
Abigail observed the scene with a steely gaze.
"Return my diary," Irene demanded as she made an attempt to grab it.
Floyd took advantage of the situation and grabbed Irene's hair, after which he yanked her to the sink. Then, Floyd shoved Irene's head into the water.
Although Yeezy had magnificent designs, they often lacked a bewitching narrative. Sure, Yeezy might not be on the same level as Danielle in terms of talent, but I'm sure my guidance would be of assistance to Yeezy.
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