The husband and wife had been ying their cards well from the beginning, pretending to go along with their children’s wishes while secretly orchestrating events. They yed the good cop, leaving Rafael to be the bad cop. And what better solution could there be than this?
Now, the couple discussed where to go next. They had been so busy with thepany and home that they hadn’t had a chance to rx before, which is why they were so excited to travel. Rafael had already started suspecting something due to how quickly his father agreed, but he had more pressing problems to solve, so he set aside his concerns about his parents.
He then returned to thepany to start arranging things and managing his schedule. While Rafael was working tirelessly all night long, Hera was busy taking all her sses seriously, diligently taking notes on how to improve her skills, and treating each criticism as an opportunity to grow. Shepletely left Minerva’s matter in Rafael’s hands.
Hera was also pleased that no one stayed up with her to observe how she took her sses or came back to pick her up. All the male leads, including Leo, were busy ying their petty games against each other, sending metaphorical nukes into each other’s workces to keep themselves grounded in theirpanies, ensuring no one could bother Hera.
It seemed these petty games would drag on for a while before they realized that no one was truly benefiting from them and they were merely doubling their workloads while making each other’s lives harder. They say that only through suffering does one grow closer, and perhaps, in time, this shared self-made struggle might help them see eye to eye and mature a little when they finally face each other.
"Senior? You’re still here at this hour?" Logan’s hesitant voice came from behind Hera, making her jump slightly.
"Yeah, I’m working on some skill improvement sses. And you?" Hera nced at her wristwatch, noting it was already 10:45 PM. She saw that they were both heading out from opposite sides of the building. "Are you just leaving now?" She asked, noticing that Logan’splexion seemed off.
"Yeah," Logan croaked, his voice trembling slightly. At that moment, Hera could tell something was definitely wrong with him.
"Is something wrong?" Hera asked, her gaze fixed on Logan’s troubled expression. As his senior and the one who brought him into thepany, she felt a responsibility to look after him. If he was facing any issues, she wanted to help or at least listen to his concerns. After all, everything was new to him, and with his somewhat timid nature, he seemed particrly vulnerable.
Additionally, with Logan’s new assistant—who should have been apanying him—nowhere in sight, Hera’s concern deepened. "I’m all ears," she said softly but with a reassuring confidence. "If you’re facing any troubles, feel free to share them with me."