"Are they experts at turning the tables?" I asked.Many parents believe that younger generations must unquestioningly obey their elders, or risk being labeled as disrespectful and unfilial.This thought made me miss my own parents. To me, they were the best in the world, never forcing or pressuring me.Feeling a pang of sadness, I blinked rapidly to hold back the tears that threatened to form."They're skilled, and so am I. Would you like to test me?" Luke replied.I quickly shook my head. "Mr. Walker, you've always been logical and well-reasoned. I'm sure you could hold your own in any debate."I guessed this was how Luke had honed his sharp tongue.With this new understanding of Luke's parents, I felt even less inclined to interact with Mrs. Walker.Luke worked efficiently. He had the legal department send formal notices to the employees who were on the payroll but did no actual work. Those who showed up late, left early, and accomplished nothing were fired.Some protested,
"Now that you're Luke's assistant, do you think you're too important to pay attention to where you're walking?" Joey asked, clearly annoyed. She grabbed the design sketch from my hand and put it back in her folder."Your design is really unique," I commented."Your background has nothing to do with this type of design. As an amateur, you shouldn't pretend to be an expert and make random comments!" Joey snapped. She looked at the time, realizing she had an appointment to keep. She brushed off where I had bumped into her and turned to leave.While talking to Joey, I had been carefully studying her expressions. The design sketch was the same one IQ had sent to my work email – Luke's assistant's email. Joey knew I was Luke's assistant. If she were IQ, her reaction to me seeing the sketch should have been different.Hanque's new car model was progressing smoothly, and we couldn't afford any problems at this critical stage. The sketch in Joey's possession was essentially Hanque's lifelin
Wendy handed me a tissue and asked, "Jen, you've been working with Luke for a while now. How come you still get startled so easily?""Am I easily startled, or are your ideas just too wild?" I grabbed her arm and warned her seriously. "Wendy, don't degrade yourself like that!""I'm just teasing you! Look how worked up you got.""Wendy, some things shouldn't be attempted. No, they shouldn't even be considered!" I said gravely.Wendy gently pinched my cheek. "Alright, I understand!"The dishes Wendy ordered started arriving, filling the room with delicious aromas. I had a great appetite, as I had been busy with work lately and had burned a lot of energy.Wendy placed a freshly peeled shrimp on my plate. "Guess who I bumped into before coming to our room?""Joey?""You saw her too?""I ran into her at the entrance of the restaurant.""Ah, Luke's unrequited love! If we had known we'd run into her here, we should have invited Luke. At least he could have seen his dream girl.""If
"Jen," Penelope's voice came through."Are you settled in safely?" I asked."I've been in Johnsonville all along," Penelope admitted. There was a hint of guilt in her tone for keeping this from me."The most dangerous place can be the safest. Uncle and Aunt won't expect you to still be here."In the past, Penelope used to move to a new city before her aunt and uncle could find her. However, this time, doing the opposite might save us a lot of trouble."Jen, I need to tell you something," Penelope said cautiously.Thinking that she might be in trouble again, I reassured her, "Penelope, I've told you before, if I can help with anything, I will. Don't hesitate to ask.""Jen, I'm sorry. I lied to you. Those design sketches... I sent them to your email using IQ's name.""Penelope, could you repeat that?"Penelope was IQ? I had seen her background - she studied journalism, with no connection to AI or smart technology. Was she some kind of self-taught prodigy?I thought I must have
Luke called, and I answered quickly. I urgently explained, "Mr. Walker, IQ is Joey's brother, Jon Parker. Joey gave his design sketch to Mr. Thomas at Felfast. Mr. Thomas accepted it and promised Joey an exclusive interview about the new car model for First Media."Luke was pleased with Hanque's new model and looked forward to the finished product. He remained calmer than me upon hearing this news.After a moment's thought, he said, "It's better we found out now than after mass production had started.""You're right, Mr. Walker. Felfast just received the sketch, so they'll need some time to develop a new model. If we act quickly, we can still get ahead and launch our model first.""You've already contacted Joey. To avoid trouble, she'll likely inform Mr. Thomas. Felfast has plenty of talent; it's not impossible for them to release a new model before us.""So... all our efforts have been in vain?" I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice."Not at all," Luke said firmly. "I'l
Luke would handle the situation, so I didn't need to specifically seek him out. Earlier at the restaurant, Wendy and I had only eaten a little, so we were still hungry.We discovered a food truck on the side of the street and quickly grabbed a bite before Wendy dropped me off at my apartment complex.Feeling restless, I took my dog, Goofy, for a walk around the complex, frequently glancing towards the entrance.After more than thirty minutes with no sign of Luke's car, I brought back Goofy, who was annoyed by my dog's pestering, and headed home with my pet.Just as I finished washing up, Penelope called."Jen, I've spoken with Jon. He can modify the original design," Penelope said, feeling guilty about Joey stealing the sketch and trying to find a solution. "Jon is brilliant. His modifications will make it significantly different from the previous design, so it won't impact Hanque's new model launch.""I believe in Jon's abilities too, but he doesn't have full legal capacity. Joe
Joey's tough childhood shaped her personality. While I empathized with her past, I couldn't tolerate her current behavior."Don't worry about me anymore, Jen. I'll handle this," Penelope assured me."Can you manage the move on your own?" I asked."With a moving company, it's a breeze."Before ending the call, Penelope hesitated. I spoke gently, "Penelope, I've told you before, you can speak freely with me. No need to be so formal.""I... I wanted to ask..." Penelope stuttered, "How are things between you and Mr. Walker?""They're fine!"Penelope seemed to have a hidden motive, probably trying to obtain information about Luke."First Media has recently published an interview with Mr. Walker. You should read it," I suggested. In the interview, Luke had clearly stated that he was interested in someone. I hoped that after reading it, Penelope wouldn't hold onto any more fantasies about Luke to avoid future heartbreak.Penelope acknowledged this.After ending the call, I began rev
"Joey, how are you any different from those who bullied Jon in the orphanage?" I couldn't bear Joey's angry shouts. "Jon may have a disability, but he deserves your respect. Didn't you do everything to bring him to live with you so he wouldn't be bullied by others?"Now those bullies were gone, but Joey had become the one hurting Jon."I just took one of his sketches, and he's gone crazy, rummaging through my things and damaging a lot of stuff. What's wrong with me yelling at him?"Joey's anger was skyrocketing."The sketch is his. It's something he cherishes," I explained. Putting myself in his shoes, I knew I'd be angry if someone took my work without asking."I provided everything for him. What's wrong with taking one sketch?""..." It wasn't just about one sketch. Joey's logic was unbelievable! "Jon isn't your property. You need his permission to take his work.""He's not normal. I can't communicate with him!""..." Joey was being stubborn. In her mind, Jon was defective. I