His Only Antidote by Shirley Owen

Chapter 97

Chapter 97

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Before Deborah could reply, Nola continued, “Miss Garcia, you can talk toif you have a problem with me.

There is no need to insinuate, and we'll get tired of guessing. It’s not cool to find someone vulnerable and take

advantage. Nobody here is born to be your punching bag.”

“I'm talking about work. Fiona couldn’t do her job well. Why can’t | talk to her?”

“Of course you can! But you are a designer. If you comment on other people’s design works like that, aren't you

afraid of being embarrassed one day? There is no perfection in design but only likes and dislikes. Maybe you

don’t like it, but someone else may like it. These things are nothing to you, but it’s Fiona’s hard work.”

Nola got the design drafts in order and handed them to Fiona. She smiled at Fiona, signaling her to rest assured.

Nola had never been afraid of anyone. She only knew right from wrong.

“When did Fiona do her job well? I'm the boss. Can't | talk to her?”

“Were you talking to her? You were venting your anger on her. | thought you would keep things professional. But

| overrated you, and this is really disappointing. Are you born to do design? Everyone is different. You think your

design is good. Maybe others think it’s also rubbish.”

Deborah's face was distorted with anger, and her exquisite makeup seemed to be destroyed by anger anytime,

revealing her true colors.

She tightly held the pen and stared at Nola angrily, “How dare you say that my design is rubbish?”

“I'm just telling the truth. One person’s design cannot satisfy everyone. In the eyes of those who don’t like it, it is

rubbish. Just like you said that Fiona’s design was even worse than trash. Speople will think yours is also

trash.”

“You...”

“I'm just telling the truth. You were also denied by others. Have you ever thought about yourself when you scold

Fiona? You were not born successful. If you take your anger out on others because of me, then lettell you, |

despise you from the bottom of my heart.”

The office went silent. Nola was the first one to talk to Deborah like that.

Fiona was completely stunned. Since working here, she had long been used to this kind of life. No one had ever

spoken for Fiona, and Nola was the first one.

Fiona’s numb heart was slightly touched, and she never took her eyes off Nola. Nola was like the radiant person

who suddenly appeared in her dark life.

“Nola, are you too confident in yourself?”

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“It’s not that I'm too confident in myself. It’s that | dare to think and have goals. | believe that if you give me

stime, | will eventually surpass you.” Nola was deliberate and radiated confidence. Her fearlessness

shocked Deborah.

Where did she get this confidence? She was a design student graduating from an ordinary school and had never

even been to study abroad. How could she say that?

Deborah sneered, “I'll see! But I'm afraid you won't be able to surpassno matter how much t| give.”

“Don’t vent your emotions towardson others. Cat me. | won't say no!”

Deborah even wanted to tear up her confidence to see if she could still laugh.

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“You should first pray that you pass your probation. If you want to prove your ability, don’t rely on Mr. Grayson”

“He just gavea chance. | have always relied on my own to get where | am. I'm pure gold. Miss Garcia, bring it

on

In others’ eyes, Nola could be bold only because Elvis was backing her. How dare she say that if Elvis abandoned

her one day? When she first chere, she served Deborah tea.

If others had such a good opportunity, they would dare to challenge Deborah. Claire just smiled. She was

extraordinarily quiet in such turmoil, just watching the good show.

Fiona got close to Nola, making others jealous. They thought it was unfair that a person like Fiona had been

sheltered. But they couldn’t say anything.

Nola took Fiona to sit in the tearoom, ignoring other people's thoughts.

Seeing that Fiona was silent, Nola sighed. She suffered in silence before but wouldn’t be like Fiona. There was

still a difference between them.

“Are you that afraid of Miss Garcia?”

“Talking back doesn’t doany good. If Miss Garcia's scolding could helplose weight, | may thank her for

savingthe tto lose weight.” Nola was speechless by her self-soothing skills.

Nola suddenly had an illusion, wondering if she shouldn't have helped Fiona.

“I'm already numb. No one in this office will speak for me, and they don’t even want to talk to me. I'm just a

dispensable person, doing my job and living a stable life until retirement. That makesfeel at ease.”

She thought very far, with a goal of retiring from Grayson Group without incident, not expecting more. A

designer generally didn’t have such an idea. Everyone wanted to be the best, get all the attention, and become

a household name.

“It's good to be famous, but ordinary people have ordinary happiness.” Fiona smiled bitterly. “Even | don’t think

I'm suitable for design, at least not suitable to be a designer in Grayson Group with so many competitive talents.

If the design department lays off staff, everyone will probably first think of me!”

“Do you really think your design is that bad?”

“I learned a lot of things by myself and didn’t have conditions. | studied at night school and worked hard to get

in. The environment here is not suitable for me, but the salary can meet my needs. Therefore, | would rather stay

and be a punching bag.”

“I'm sorry!” Nola didn’t understand Fiona’s life. She seemed to be older than Nola. On her calm face, there was

vicissitude in her eyes occasionally, which was not the look a girl should have. Nola thought maybe she was

reckless.

“What are you sorry for?” Fiona looked at her, puzzled, not thinking Nola had done anything wrong.

“If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been implicated. | heard what Miss Garcia said. She treated you as a

punching bag because | talked to you.”

“Even if | didn’t talk to you, she would ctowhen depressed. It's a common thing that I'm scolded. You

are the only one who is willing to talk to me!” Fiona said it lightly, but it made Nola feel she had a story.

“Don’t look atlike that. I'm already 27 and older than you.”

It was the first tFiona talked to Nola so easily. They had their own stories, and neither mentioned their own

matters. But they laughed tacitly.

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