<b>Chapter 465 </b>
After Aubree left, Birgitte announced the uing holiday and bonus ns and was about to <b>leave</b><b>. </b>“Birgittel” <b>A </b>lively shout from behind made her stop in <b>her </b>tracks.
Someone rushed <b>over </b>eagerly, just like a puppy spotting <b>its </b><b>owner</b><b>, </b>eyes full of anticipation. <b>“</b>Birgitte, why have you been avoiding me?” the person asked. That person looked just like a puppy with drooping ears, pitiful and dejected.
Why does she <b>always </b>look so sad <b>when </b><b>I </b>ignore him?‘ Birgitte thought, feeling a bit helpless.
“No. I just haven’t run into you at work, Birgitte replied, feeling a bit of an itch in her hands. She thought she admired strength, and her type was probably the calm, mature, and responsible kind of man.
But at that moment, she suddenly understood why so many strong, independent career women liked dating guys with a younger vibe. They were energetic enough to bring a whole new kind of excitement into one’s life.
“Oh yeah?” The person looked at her, eyes red from staring at theputer all night, but somehow <b>still </b>sparkling with energy.
<b>“</b>Yeah, I haven’t been avoiding you,” Birgitte replied. ‘You know what? <b>I </b>admit that’s a lie<b>,</b>‘ she added silently <b>to </b>herself. Of course, she kept that little confession locked away in her heart.
You know, Ms. Miller <b>is </b>satisfied with your performance. I bet you’ll be moving up again soon, Birgitte said, trying to steer the conversation away.
Bree Technology’s employees
were mostly young people. Nobody cared about seniority. If someone were considered capable, they would get the higher spot. The better one’s performance, the higher they could climb.
But Patrick didn’t <b>care </b>about climbing thedder. All he wanted was to see Birgitte. He stared at her, <b>eyes </b>earnest. “Birgitte, <b>is </b><b>it </b>okay if I don’t get promoted?<b>” </b>
“Huh? What do <b>you </b>mean?” Birgitte looked at him, a little surprised.
“Just give me a shot at winning you over,” Patrick said, his tone soft but brimming with resolve.
Birgitte’s heart gave a little jolt. Ever since she started working with Aubree, she’d nevercked admirers. But after the whole Cherniavsky family incident, no matter what people said to her face, she could sense a bit of prejudice in their hearts. The number of half–hearted suitors and messy flings had dropped off a lot.
But she’d never met anyone like Patrick before<b>. </b>He was so genuine and brave. He threw himself at her without hesitation.
Suddenly, she smiled. “Well, that depends on your capability.”
Patrick scratched the back of his head, giving her a goofy grin.
<b>Over </b>a month, not only did Aubree finish her freshman year, but Trevor’s new drama was also wrapping up filming. “Trevor’s wrapped filming!” someone shouted.
“Congrats, Dude!” another person chimed in.
“Trevor, now that you’ve wrapped your film, aren’t you going to treat us to dinner?” The one egging Trevor on was the third male lead, a newbie named Marc<b>. </b>He was also a nt that Aubree had put on set to keep an eye on things.
<b>Trevor </b>had just managed to calm the online drama from a while back, and he had to keep up the image of a devoted family man in front of the media. On days when he wasn’t filming, he’d always head straight back to the apartment where Sophia was staying.
Even when he <b>was </b>shooting, <b>as </b>soon as they called it a day, he’d hurry back to his hotel. He always worried those sneaky paparazzi would catch him slipping up. Trevor had been cooped up for ages.
Trevor frowned. It was his wrap day, and with the whole crew around, it wouldn’t hurt to let loose a bit. “Alright, my treat! <b>Let’s </b>all go unwind,” he said.
Marc let out <b>a </b>quiet sigh of relief. He’d been cozying up to Trevor for a while<b>, </b>all in hopes of luring him out for a night of fun.
People on the outside might be clueless, but everyone in the business knew exactly what Trevor was really like. No matter how good he acted, he couldn’t hide those spoiled rich kid habits.
He was always chasing a good time, never wanting to take responsibility. Honestly, it was impressive he’d managed to keep himself in check for this long. <b>However</b><b>, </b>wrapping up filming was the perfect <b>excuse</b>.
“Hey, why don’t we go to Jorja <b>Bar</b><b>? </b>I know some people there who can set us up right away. Marc suggested.
“Sounds good, Trevor agreed. He didn’t care where they went.
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<b>2:30 </b><b>PM </b>
Jorja <b>Bar </b><b>was </b>an upscale private club in the area. <b>If </b><b>guests </b>wanted something a little extra, the staff could make it happen, and if they got tired from partying, they could rest there <b>for </b>the night.