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Harmony paused for a while, then completed her sentence firmly, ââ¦weâre destined to be rivals.â
âI gave you a chance.â
âBe good friends.â
At that moment, Samantha felt as though she did not understand human language anymore. Which part of Harmonyâs behavior was in line with âbe good friendsâ?
She had never seen such a thick-skinned woman before.
That woman probably did not even know how to spell the word âshameâ.
Samantha turned around, looked up at her, then smiled slightly. âIâm afraid Iâll have to decline a âgood friendâ who steals someone elseâs hard work.
âAs for being a rivalâ¦â Samantha sneered, âYouâre not good enough for me to take you seriously.â
What right did Harmony have to look down on her when Harmony lagged behind her in terms of ability, and especially when it came to character and integrity?
The smile on Harmonyâs lips fell slightly.
Samantha did not look at Harmony again and simply walked away.
As an anchor, her office was situated on the third floor. Claire had already brought her to visit the office earlier so she headed there right away.
When she walked into the main hall of the office, her other colleagues looked at her and greeted her in a friendly manner. Samantha then responded one by one to each person.
A round-faced girl with pigtails came over and greeted her with a smile. âHello, Ms. Larsson. Iâm the secretary for the entire office and my duty is to assist all anchors. My name is Annabelle Furlough. You may call me Anna or Belle.â
âNice to meet you, Belle,â Samantha greeted politely.
âIf you ever need my assistance in the future, please donât hesitate to ask.â
âSure, I will.â
âLet me take you to your workstation then. Iâve already had the janitor clean it up for you and prepare all your office stationery,â Annabelle explained while leading Samantha over.
âThank you.â
When they reached the desk, Annabelle stretched out her hand and gestured to the left. âHereâs your desk. The one on the right belongs to another new colleague. Your seats are next to each other because you were both employed at the same time, and unfortunately, there are no other empty spots either.â
Annabelle glanced at Samantha and lowered her voice, âIs that okay, Ms. Larsson?â
Samantha knew what Annabelle meant by that. After all, the whole world knew about what happened between her and Harmony.
The seating positions did not matter for Samantha because she had a clear conscience. She nodded and said, âDonât worry about it.â
Annabelle was greatly relieved and even smiled teasingly, âYouâre a very friendly person, Ms. Larsson, and thereâs none of that pompousness they say you have. Looks like those rumors really canât be trusted.â
She then seemed to realize what she had just said and covered her mouth quickly. âIâm sorry, Ms. Larsson.â
Samantha shook her head to indicate that she did not mind.
Groups of netizens have been badmouthing her and trying to shift public opinion against her on Waybo. She knew that their comments and remarks were all unpleasant.
However, actions speak louder than words, and with time, everyone would be able to see her true character.
âPlease make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, just let me know.â
âSure.â
Annabelle turned and left.
Samantha sat in her chair and looked at the complete set of office equipment. She was even provided with an Eppla desktop computer that had her nameplate affixed to the side.
It was not until she sat on that chair that she finally realized she was already an anchor. At long last, she had taken the step into a place she could only dream of in the past.
Samantha took out her phone, snapped a picture of her location, then uploaded it on her WeTalk Moments with the caption: [First day on the job. All the best to me!]
The first like came half a minute later.
Samantha clicked open and could not control herself from smiling when she saw that it was Timothy.
A minute later, Rochelle liked it too and left a comment below the picture: [Damn it, that scumbag robbed me of the first like!]
Samantha replied with a âsee-no-evilâ emoji.
However, Rochelleâs attitude toward Timothy had changed since he rescued Samantha from danger and she never used the word âscumbagâ anymore. Why, then, did it seem as though she was dissatisfied with him again?
It was not like Rochelle to do something without a reason, so what could possibly be the problem?
Samantha was considering those questions when a notification tone came from her phone.
She snapped out of her senses and gazed down at the phone screen. It was a WeTalk message from Rochelle, so Samantha moved her finger to tap on it.
[Letâs get dinner tonight!]
Samantha cocked her eyebrows slightly. [Youâre back?]
She knew that Rochelle had gone abroad for business a few days ago but Rochelle never mentioned what business it was.
[Yeah, I came back last night.]
She had not met Rochelle for some time already and had started to miss her, so she responded without hesitation, [Ok.]
[What time are you getting off work? Iâll drive over to pick you up.]
[5.30]
[Ok.]
Samantha sent another WeTalk message to Aunt Julia to inform her that she would not be going back for dinner that night, lest they wait too long for her.
No work had been assigned to Samantha as of yet, so after placing her phone down, she switched on the computer and clicked on the intranet to watch some stellar broadcasts done by other eminent anchors. In the process, she also learned more about the television stationâs work culture.
After watching for just over half an hour, she rubbed her eyebrows and got up to head to the bathroom. She went into one of the cubicles to answer natureâs call.
Footsteps were heard outside all of a sudden, and Samantha did not pay much attention to it after thinking that it was some other colleague. The next second however, Harmonyâs voice was immediately heard.
She seemed to be on the phone with someone. Her voice was soft and sweet, and there were traces of coquettishness in her tone as well, âYes. Iâve already gone through the employee registration process. It went well.
âOh, donât worry. The colleagues are all very friendly. No one said anything at all, but even if they did, itâs not like I care. Your opinion is the only one that matters.
âRelax, Iâll take good care of myself. You donât have to be so anxious about me. Iâll take care of myself for you.â
The other side seemed to have said something that elicited a sweet little giggle from Harmony.
She then said, âThank you for fulfilling my dream. Iâll work hard. Didnât you say that Iâm the best and most outstanding anchor in your eyes? Iâll show you how amazing I am as an anchor!
âYouâre pretty busy lately, right? Pay more attention to yourself, okay. You have to rest no matter how busy you are, or else Iâll go to your office every day and stare at you so youâll rest on time.
âOkay. Go do your work then. Love you.â
After uttering those last two words in a shy voice, Harmony ended the call and chuckled slightly, as if reminiscing about their conversation. Samantha then heard her opening the door and walking out.
Once the sound of footsteps disappeared, Samantha walked out of the cubicle.
It turned out that Harmony was able to join Lychee TV not because of her background, but because someone behind her was helping her.
From Harmonyâs tone on the phone, the person helping her from behind was probably the man she had told Samantha about before, the one who loved her deeply.
Samantha had a strange feeling in her heart for some reason, although she could not point her finger on why exactly.
â¦
After getting off work, Samantha walked out of Lychee TVâs entrance, where Rochelle had parked her dazzling sports car to wait for her.
She walked over, opened the car door and sat in, and said sweetly to Rochelle, âBabe, I miss you so muchâ¦â
Rochelle did not respond to Samantha right away.. Her face sank when she glanced over Samanthaâs shoulder and looked behind the latter.