For the next few hours, Jane McCain used work to pass the time.
After handling the tasks, she continued sketching designs—work she could do endlessly. Constant revisions, continuous tweaks, a change in color scheme, and it's a new plan. Striving for perfection can be never-ending.
Her mind wasn't idle either, occasionally glancing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows as the sky darkened... Is he still waiting outside?
To be honest, Jane really didn't want to let him have his way.
Maybe it's a bit unreasonable, but she was filled with heartache and bitterness, while he seemed so unbothered, so confident. It made her angry, it left her upset.
... Maybe this was just venting anger.
Yeah, she was venting her anger at him.
...
By the time she had dragged it out to eight o'clock, Jane ate a bowl of instant noodles, wanting to fill her stomach so she could righteously refuse Allen Rivera's dinner invitation.
But what if he got tired of waiting and had already left?
