Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
Was it back in her marital home?
Mia tried to trace back but it was to no avail. She could only hope that she lost it somewhere on her way to the office.
Mia switched on her computer and began drawing drafts.
She figured that she could ask people in the studio to procure the necessary components and have them sent to her marital home before she could start renovating the place.
She was sure that Timothy would be delighted by the renovation.
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Wilhelmina approached Mia suddenly. “I envy you, Mia. You got an order from a rich client right owner a guy? Is he handsome?”
Mia smiled. “He’s quite handsome, and quite rich too. Oh. I need to rush back home later. I won’t be able to be there to supervise the whole project. Do you know anyone free enough to help me?”
Once Mia put it that way, Wilhelmina took the bait right away. She cooed, “I’m free, Mia. I can do that.”
“Oh, thank you!” Mia handed the design draft to Wilhelmina, happy that she finally found a reason not to see Timothy. Moments later, Wilhelmina dolled herself up and drove to the mansion.
Before she left, she looked the neighborhood up online. She read that only rich people lived in the neighborhood. Since Mia had said that the owner was young and handsome, he must be an heir to a big company.
Wilhelmina drove to the mansion in a cheery mood. She supervised the whole renovation installation. But as she gazed at the bright red curtain, she wondered if the workers delivered the wrong material.
Before long. Timothy arrived at his home. Looking at the workers outside, he grinned. Mia had to be inside. Timothy entered the living room.
Oh, the bright red curtain!
The asymmetrical design!
Everything was assaulting his poor eyeballs! a
Timothy looked around. “Where’s Mia?”
“Sir, Mia couldn’t come because she’s busy. I’m the person in charge here. What can I help with?” Wilhelmina approached Timothy like a fan girl. He was so hot!
Timothy gave an order impassively. “Take down everything right now.”
He risked losing his eyesight if he had to look at those hideous decorations for one second longer.
Wilhelmina was confused. “Is there a problem?”
“Leave!”
Before Wilhelmina could say anything, she was chased away by Holly.
Timothy flopped on the sofa with a glum face. He took out his phone and took several pictures. Mia had to be doing this on purpose.
Meanwhile, Mia got off work and came home. She still couldn’t find the bottle of folic acid, and it began to worry her.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was from a familiar number-Timothy’s. She knew why he was calling her so she decided not to pick it up.
Mia went to her room and lay on her bed. She checked her messages and saw a text from Timothy. “Is this your design?”
Attached with the text were several photos.
Those were her designs, all right.
Asymmetrical designs.
Bright red textiles.
Blinking, golden lights.
Mia patted herself on the back and admired her work.
Meanwhile. Timothy preferred symmetrical, minimalist designs with simple colors. Mia was doing the very opposite of that.
By doing that, none of the Barretts would ever ask her to design their marital homes anymore.
They tried to make her life a living hell, so she figured she should make them live in hell.
After dinner, Mia recalled the paid hospital bill.
She went back to her room and called Dominic.
Dominic was was brooding in the conference room. His scary face sent chills down everyone’s spine. His assistant delivered his phone to him and squeaked, “Sir, you have a call.”
Dominic’s eyes darted menacingly to his assistant. “Can’t you see I’m having a meeting here?”
The assistant placed the phone before Dominic.
When Dominic saw the text on the screen, his face lit up and he answered the call with a friendly voice.” What’s the matter?”
“Am I interrupting something, Dominic?”
“Not at all. I’m free now.” Dominic feigned nonchalance to reassure Mia. “Why are you calling me?”
“Well, I checked and found out that someone paid for James’s hospital bill for the next ten years.”
Mia thought about it and figured that only Dominic could do that.
Dominic cleared his throat. “Yes, I did that. But don’t worry about the money. I can afford it.”. “Thanks, Dominic. I’ll work harder to earn more money.”
“Don’t mention it. We’re a family anyway. Don’t overwork yourself, alright?” Dominic said to Mia before hanging up. Then, he turned to glare at the other attendees with an impassive face. “What are you staring at? If the reports come back as shitty as this month’s, all of you will be fired.”
The top management level looked at each other, wondering who called Dominic just now.
Could it be his wife? Because one moment, Dominic was the flame-breathing devil incarnate. The next moment, he was all loving and caring.
Meanwhile, after Mia hung up, she jotted down the money she owed Dominic. She recalled what Mary said and realized that she could use her prize money to take out a loan and purchase a better apartment. Patricia’s rheumatism could use a dryer environment.
Once Mia made up her mind, she went to Patricia’s room to share her plan with Patricia.
Patricia was moved. “Mia, I agree that you should get a place for yourself. It gives you a sense of security. And when you have a husband, you won’t be completely dependent on him.”
“Aunt Patricia, I won’t remarry.”
“Foolish girl You have your brothers to fall back on now. You can find someone that matches your status. There’s no need to be afraid. Don’t rule out that possibility now. I’ll keep an eye out for any eligible bachelors for you.”
Mia smiled wryly. She rubbed her tummy. When she made the decision to keep the baby, she had already told herself that she wouldn’t get married again.
The next day, Mia went to work.
As soon as she sat down on her seat, Wilhelmina stormed to her in a staccato of high heels. “Mia, you did it on purpose!”
Mia took a bite of her breakfast and replied calmly, “Did what?”
“Stop acting. You told me to supervise that project of yours yesterday. But it was all a trap you set up to make me look bad.”
Wilhelmina recalled the admonishment she received yesterday and felt wronged.
She’d dolled herself up for nothing!
Mia blinked innocently. “You volunteered. What did I do?”
Wilhelmina’s face twitched uncontrollably, unable to find any rebuttal. She then stormed away.
Mia finished her breakfast. She knew that Wilhelmina was the one who sold her out to Shelly.
That was why Shelly came with Sharon to publicly humiliate her.
However, Mia was no longer the punching bag. She’d learned to bite back.
In the afternoon, several officers in uniform came to the studio. “Who is the owner of this place?”
Wilhelmina appeared. “The owner isn’t here. How can I help?”
“We’re the authorities. We’ve received complaints that your studio is involved in false advertising.”
“Impossible. We have a good reputation. Who reported us?”
“Did you provide your services to a certain mansion? Its owner lodged a complaint.”
Mansion? Mia put two and two together and she jumped from her seat.
That jerk reported her to the authorities? How dare he!
Wilhelmina sneered and turned to point at Mia. “Oh, that’s her project. You can question her if you want.”
Mia stood on the spot as the officers approached her. “Yes, I did work for that client.”
“Please come with us, ma’am.” Mia nodded and followed the officers while cursing Timothy internally.
In the end, the officers added, “I know disagreements will arise when it comes to a project like this. But you should communicate better. He paid the deposit, didn’t he?”