Mr. Carlos, probably a little tipsy, responded vaguely.
Cherise's grip tightened around her phone at the mention of SumTimes, Gwenn's workplace. The mere idea of Gwenn tampering with her academic paper sent a wave of nausea.
For the past five years, Cherise had consciously avoided conflict with Gwenn. Engaging with someone like her held no appeal, and Cherise had her own life and responsibilities to prioritize. But the more she avoided, the brazen Gwenn became, especially lately.
Cherise closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, knowing the time for settling scores with Gwenn was coming.
However, the immediate concern was Zachary and Lyra's wedding. He had gotten injured shielding her, and she felt obligated to see the arrangements in his absence.
With this thought in mind, they arrived at the New World Restaurant. Damien, ever composed, opened her door and said, "I have friends at SumTimes. Don't worry, I'll get them to look into this."
Cherise finally allowed her grip to relax, a wave of relief washing over her. She knew Gwenn wouldn't back down easily, but with Damien on her side, she had nothing to fear.
Together, they walked hand-in-hand into the lively venue.
Damien had reserved the entire third floor of the New World Restaurant for the lab gathering. As Cherise and Damien walked up the stairs, the sounds of laughter and lively chatter reached their ears.
A smile spread across Cherise's face; it had been long since she had attended such a vibrant event.
Sometimes, when life throws you curveballs, seeing others reveling in joy can be just the antidote your spirit needs.
Pushing open the door to the third floor, they were met with an eruption of cheers. Heather, beaming, instantly calling out, "Hey, Cherry! Mr. Lenoir!"
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