The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 37

Ronan had no intention of paying attention to Cordelia. He was just about to step into the elevator

when Cordelia stopped him.

"Mr. Evans." Cordelia called out.

"What?" The elevator doors shut, and Ronan didn’t make it in.

"Hold on a second." She then started rummaging through her bag.

Her canvas bag was stuffed with all sorts of things - a wallet, books, tissues. An umbrella wasn't big,

but finding it wasn’t exactly a piece of cake. After not being able to find it, Cordelia started feeling guilty

and gave an awkward smile to Ronan.

"You just get off work?" Ronan shot her a frown.

Ronan rarely smiled, his face mostly expressionless.

"Yep. Found it." Cordelia said, quickly pulling out the umbrella, "Mr. Evans, here's an umbrella. Don't

want you to catch a cold."

Ronan looked at the umbrella, but didn’t take it, "So, what's this for?"

He thought she was just trying to butter him up with an umbrella. After all, the way the boss treated her

determined her position within the company. Cordelia's current situation wasn't good. The fact that she

had to work until 5am was evidence enough.

“This is an umbrella.” There was a look of innocence in Cordelia’s clear eyes, "You never use an

umbrella when it's raining. What if you catch a cold?" She even pushed the umbrella towards him a bit.

Seeing that Ronan still didn't take it, she suddenly realized, "Mr. Evans, this umbrella was sent to me

by a classmate from abroad. It's not some mediocre brand. It's a high-end foreign brand, quite pricey."

"You got this especially for me?" Ronan finally took the umbrella. He glanced at the eagle on the

handle.

"Yes, it suits your status. Remember to use it." With that, Cordelia turned around and left.

Ronan entered the elevator, his tense mood slightly eased.

Cordelia got back to her dorm, just as Brooklyn was getting up to go to the bathroom. Brooklyn asked,

"You're up this early?"

Coming out of the bathroom, Brooklyn muttered, "Could have slept for another two hours."

Then, she suddenly remembered something, "Wait, Cordelia, you just got back, right?"

"Yeah, I need to lie down for a bit." Cordelia hung her bag on the door.

Brooklyn instantly woke up, "How is this okay? Why is it that only you have to work overtime in the

Finance Department? Do they think they've been too nice to you before and now want to bring you

down a peg or two? Is this even fair?"

"It's okay. I didn't say anything. Why are you getting worked up?" Cordelia was simply too exhausted

and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, not saying another word.

Brooklyn couldn't hold it in and gave up on the golden opportunity to go back to sleep. Instead, she got

on the computer and started venting on Chatterbox. She complained some people just go with the

crowd. They were a bunch of fair-weather friends, who would bully and mock others when they hit rock

bottom.

This was just a rant. No one was explicitly mentioned, and nor pictures were posted. But everyone

knew she was talking about Jordan. After all, Cordelia was the only one who had to work until the wee

hours in the morning due to his arrangement.

Only after posting did Brooklyn go back to sleep. She was woken up by her phone ringing. The head of

PR Department wanted her to come to the office after she got to work.

"Whatever, what am I scared of anyway? Screw this job. I can quit anytime!" Brooklyn was resolute,

"Everyone in this company is the same anyway."

"What happened?" Cordelia, just up and combing her hair, asked Brooklyn with concern.

"Nothing!" Brooklyn said.

After Brooklyn went to the director's office, she was given a severe dressing-down. The director said

she liked to take the spotlight and"blindly spoken up for others. He even said, "The relationship

between departments is so delicate. Are you dumb or just incapable of thinking? If you piss off the

Finance Department, who's going to pay you? From today, you don't have to attend training every

Friday. Also, that article you were going to post on the platform has been cancelled due to layout

issues. You can leave now."

Even though Brooklyn was pissed off, she didn't regret it.

Cordelia didn't find out what happened until she got to work, her colleagues were all whispering about

her. She sent a message to Brooklyn asking her to delete the post. Brooklyn was still in the director's

office and didn't see it. By the time she saw it, she thought, “Since I've already been punished, what

difference does it make if I delete it or not? Let everyone see Jordan's true colors.”

Jordan, with a grim expression, sarcastically said to Cordelia, "Cordelia, your good friend really cares

about you, huh? It's quite something." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

What could Cordelia say. If Brooklyn insisted on not deleting the post, there was nothing she could do.

Cordelia knew that Jordan had a major beef with her. This wasn't Brooklyn's fault. Since she officially

joined the company, Jordan had been looking for a chance to kick her to the curb.