Silvia glanced at her phone, pressing her lips together and frowning slightly as she read the group messages.
If she went back, she’d probably run straight into Shipley.
The last thing she wanted was to see him. She typed back, “Could you guys pack up my stuff and bring it for me?”
Everyone knew exactly why Silvia didn’t want to come back. Nobody objected—they were more than happy to help her out.
They moved quickly. Since none of them had been settled in for long, there wasn’t much to pack. In just a couple of hours, they’d managed to move everything from the old office to the new one.
When they stepped into the newly renovated studio, even Silvia’s coworkers had to admit they were pleasantly surprised.
“Silvia, did you have this place lined up ahead of time?”
She shook her head. “No.” She didn’t bother to explain further, just smiled and said, “Come on, let’s go inside.”
Seeing that Silvia wasn’t in the mood to elaborate, no one pressed her.
Once everyone had settled their things at their new desks, they couldn’t resist gossiping with Silvia.
“You wouldn’t believe it, Silvia—when we were leaving, we actually ran into Shipley. He saw us and asked where we were going.”
They could hardly keep a straight face remembering Shipley’s expression at the time.
“When he realized we were moving out, his face just dropped. Then he started asking where we were moving to.”
“So did you tell him?” Silvia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course we did.” They burst out laughing. “He looked even worse after that!”
Silvia arched a brow, a smile tugging at her lips.
She could easily guess why Shipley reacted that way.
Kent had found her a studio in a building even pricier than their old office.
Lately, she’d been working side by side with Shipley, and he barely had enough people to fill his team—no projects, no real cash flow. The fact that he’d managed to rent that old office on his savings was surprising enough.
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