The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1743

I told Theo about this when I returned home that night.

However, I did not share Queenie's and Florence's names with him. All I told him was that Sandra had defended me.

There was no discernible expression on Theo's face after he heard what I had to say, and he said calmly, "Just because she spoke up for you doesn’t necessarily mean it's a good thing.”

I did not understand what he was hinting at and tilted my head to look at him. "Theo, you don't think Director Tyler is a good person?"

The man shook his head. Then, worried that I might overthink things, he explained, "Director Tyler is talented, and I admire her. I just don't want you to trust someone simply because they did you a small favor."

I smiled when I heard his explanation. "Got it. I understand what you mean. I just felt embarrassed about the way we were so suspicious and interrogated her previously.”

"How about this? I'll increase her pay after she has completed the events scheduled for next week. What do you think?”

"Alright," I agreed.

Since that counted as compensation, I felt much better about things.

"How are you feeling today?" Theo changed the subject. He cared more about how I felt than he did about other people.

I gave him an 'OK' sign. "Everything’s fine. I’ve clarified everything I don't understand, and things will go even smoother tomorrow.' "My wife is so smart and talented. I'm sure she can shine like a star whenever she goes."

Theo complimented me languidly as the corners of his lips curled upward into a bright smile.

I looked up at him and saw the affection in his eyes. "That's enough. People are going to call you a potter praising his pots."

"Nothing to be afraid of since my wife is so talented."

As for myself, I aspired to carry out clerical tasks to the best of my ability. I would deem myself to have succeeded when I could not only organize data but also make constructive suggestions to the team.

I was full of motivation, yet I kept getting set up.

A departmental emergency meeting was held that afternoon. Data errors had caused the tests ran that morning to fail, meaning plenty of time had gone down the drain. I was the person in charge of that data.

I frowned and muttered to myself, "That doesn't seem right. I cross-checked the data multiple times. How could there be an error?"

"Wanda, you're human, not a robot. It’s only natural that mistakes were made. But that's alright as long as you’re willing to own up to it. However, this mistake is pretty severe and will delay the project's progress."

Queenie's hypocrisy was no doubt rubbing salt into my wound. I looked at her...