Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 969:

Before long, they were seated in a cozy little restaurant, one Anya had recommended with clear enthusiasm.

“I’m telling you, this place is a gem. Every time I come back to Amberfield, I make a point to eat here,” Anya said as she handed Yvonne a menu.

Yvonne nodded, taking in the savory aroma that filled the air. “It really does smell amazing.”

Though it wasn’t peak mealtime, nearly every table was occupied. The scent of sizzling dishes from the next table only made Yvonne hungrier, her stomach rumbling in protest.

Once their food arrived, both women dove in, too focused on the delicious spread to talk much.

After they’d eaten their fill, Yvonne glanced up. “By the way, after we’re done here… would you mind coming back to the office with me?”

Anya leaned back, slowly sipping her juice, clearly relaxed. At the question, she looked up with a teasing smile. “Why rush? We’ve earned this little escape. Let’s show up when everyone’s winding down for the day.”

Yvonne didn’t protest—it was hard to argue with that logic.

So they made their way to a nearby café, settling in to chat and catch up.

Yvonne had just taken a seat, and her coffee hadn’t even been served yet, when her phone buzzed. Heidi’s name flashed on the screen.

“Yvonne! If you haven’t found Anthea yet, just head back. No one’s holding it against you, but if you’re out too long, it might be marked as an absence!”

“Don’t worry. I’m bringing her back with me,” Yvonne said brightly, flashing a playful wink at Anthea as she answered the call with cheerful confidence.

“Well, if you can’t track her down, just return to the office. Simple as that,” Heidi replied curtly, hanging up without waiting for a response. Back at her desk, Heidi muttered under her breath, “She sure sounds confident—for someone who doesn’t know what she’s up against.” Around her, a few coworkers exchanged looks, quietly thinking the new intern was being a little too optimistic.

At the café,

“Your boss?” Anthea asked, her tone casual.

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝓬𝓸𝓶

“My supervisor. She’s the editor-in-chief,” Yvonne answered.noveldrama

Anthea smirked. “Well, keep your guard up. I don’t make myself available easily. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet.”

“You’re the best,” Yvonne grinned, catching the deeper meaning behind her words. Even so, she didn’t think Heidi was being unfair. If anything, she believed Heidi was simply looking out for her.

The two ladies spent the next while trading stories, laughing over Anthea’s adventures in wildlife photography and catching up on life. As the afternoon slipped by, Yvonne finally brought Anthea to the Stylist Magazine office.

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