The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 90

Her attempt to cozy up to the "woman in charge" had ended in a colossal embarrassment. Now, her only option was to focus on revising the design proposal, hoping it would pass on the next submission.

In the afternoon, Penelope went to the kitchen to make a coffee.

As she carried her mug back to her study, she found Rebecca inside, looking at her design drafts.

“Put that down,” she snapped, her tone sharp.

She could toy with them at other times, but when it came to her work, she was serious.

Startled by her harsh tone, Rebecca put the papers down with a pout.

“I’ve seen you cooped up in the study for the past two days. Is this what you’ve been busy with? I thought you didn’t have a job. Did you start working for another company?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Penelope, I know we’ve had our misunderstandings, but I still think of you as my best friend. You shouldn’t speak to me like that, and you shouldn’t keep your new job a secret from me.”

“I don’t have time for this right now. Please leave.”

“Penelope…”

“Have you forgotten that this is my house? Do you want me to throw you out?”

The words were laced with venom. Rebecca huffed angrily and stormed out.

Penelope let out a breath, momentarily pushing Rebecca and all the other chaos out of her mind to focus on her proposal.

She ended up falling asleep in the study again. Her sleep was fitful, and she was jolted awake early the next morning by a phone call.

“Penelope, it’s me.”

She glanced at the screen. It was a professional acquaintance, someone she was on good terms with.

“You were fired from Stone Group? For leaking a project proposal to a competitor?”

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