Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 776:

The nurse glanced at the next bed, her eyes filled with admiration. “She woke up at dawn and left.”

“Left already?” Rachel winced, rubbing her temple as her head throbbed.

The nurse gave her a knowing look. “You should stay put. You’re not like her. After drinking that much, she was up and moving by morning like it was nothing. And get this—her assistant showed up with a laptop and fresh clothes. She got dressed, put on her makeup, and went straight to work.”

Rachel let out a breath, both impressed and exasperated.

Just then, her phone chimed with a new message.

Brenda’s name flashed on the screen. “Are you awake? I’m back at the office. You’re not fully recovered yet, so take it easy. I’m giving you two days off.”

Rachel smiled faintly as she typed her response. “Thank you!”

Two days later, when Rachel returned to the office with the project contract in hand, she immediately sensed something was off.

The air felt heavy, like a low fog had settled over the space.

The usual morning chatter was gone. No greetings, no laughter—just quiet, focused work.

Rachel stepped into Brenda’s office and placed the contract on her desk. “I’ve completed the task.”

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Brenda gave it a quick glance, her expression unreadable.

After a long pause, she finally said, “Not bad.”

She knew just how demanding this client had been—unreasonably so, to the point of being nearly impossible to please. No one in the department had wanted to touch this case.

And yet, Rachel had taken it on without a word of complaint, relying on pure skill to close the deal.noveldrama

Brenda’s gaze lingered on the contract as she added, “It’s really very good.”

Her voice wavered slightly, and under the light, her eyes shimmered not with sharp calculation, but with something softer.

Rachel’s breath caught. “Ms. Myers…”

Brenda blinked quickly and turned away. “You can go now.”

She waved Rachel off, dismissive as ever. But Rachel had seen it. She hadn’t imagined it. The formidable Brenda Myers—so sharp, so composed, so unwilling to ever show weakness—was crying, and Rachel couldn’t help but wonder why.

Especially with the weight pressing down on the department today, Rachel’s curiosity only grew stronger.

Just as she stepped out, Brenda’s assistant entered, struggling with a stack of documents.

“Ms. Myers, these are the files for every design project you’ve ever worked on. I’ve sorted them all for you.”

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