Chapter 6 Are You Done Yet?

I closed my eyes again, but this time, my thoughts drifted to Yvette's stomach pain. Yvette was a workaholic. Even before we got married, she often neglected food for the sake of her career. Over time, it led to her developing stomach issues. I was worried for her, so I took it upon myself to learn how to cook after we got married. Slowly, she started to enjoy food again, and her stomach issues became a thing of the past. But now, without me around, it seemed like her old problems were coming back. She really didn't know how to take care of herself. On second thought, her true love was a doctor. If she really felt unwell, I was sure she would be off to him for some comfort and attention. Whatever. It wasn't my problem anymore. I would finalize the divorce with her after I was done with my meeting tomorrow. The sooner it was over, the better. The next day, Kenny was up early. He told me the company had run into an issue and he needed to deal with it right away. "I've sent you the business partner's address. Get there yourself, okay? As compensation for ditching you, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight!" I was so tired I could barely open my eyes. "Okay. Sure." It wasn't until sunlight flooded the room that I finally woke up and dragged myself out of bed. After washing up, I made sure to use some hair gel. Then, I put on my suit and stood before the mirror for a moment. I was almost 6 feet 3 inches, and I had the kind of build that made clothes look good. I wasn't what you called a delicate face. I had more of a bold, masculine look. I didn't have the ethereal and cold look that Randall had. My vibe was more grounded but still sharp. I didn't think too much of it. After straightening my clothes, I grabbed a quick breakfast downstairs, then got on my motorcycle and headed to the address Kenny had sent. For some reason, the address seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place when I had been there before. "Navigation complete. Destination is on your right," the voice from my GPS said. I looked to the right and saw a sleek and luxurious skyscraper. I parked my motorcycle and walked inside, hitting the elevator button for the 43rd floor. The building was spacious and bright, with high-end decorations everywhere. The 43rd floor looked particularly extravagant. I walked up to the front desk, and the receptionist introduced me to a young woman in professional attire with her hair in a bun. She was the company's senior secretary, Linda Brown. Linda was on the phone when I arrived. "Don't worry, Ms. Lane. I know you've been looking for him for a while. I'll notify you as soon as he's here. Okay. Bye." I waited for Linda to hang up before I approached her. "Hello, I'm here for an interview." Linda barely glanced at me, her expression cold as she opened my résumé and started reading it intently. Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock. "You're Owen Yates! The lead artist for the game, Fulfilled Dreams!" I nodded. "Yes, that's me." My name had always sounded like a pen name, so I had kept it the same throughout my career as a lead artist. Linda gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Then, she hurriedly reached out to shake my hand, her excitement barely contained. "Oh my god! Back in highschool, your fan works already stood out, and then in college, you were invited to be the lead artist for Fulfilled Dreams. Your work is known worldwide! I… I can't believe I'm meeting you! "Our manager and everyone else have been looking for you for a while! When someone mentioned you'd be coming today, we were half skeptical… but I can't believe it's really you!" Linda was so excited, and she was holding onto my hand so tightly it started to hurt. I awkwardly laughed and pulled my hand back. "It was a friend who arranged this for me," I explained. Linda didn't seem to hear me as she continued rambling, "I really love your work, sir. But why haven't you been drawing lately? It's been over a year, and I thought you retired from the industry." She paused for a second, then answered her own question. "You haven't been taking any private commissions under a pseudonym, right? I've followed a few works that were similar to your style…" I answered honestly, "I've been on a break for personal reasons, but I'll continue drawing. By the way, when will your manager be here? When do we start the interview?" At that, she seemed to remember why I was here. She quickly said, "Please wait just a moment. I'll make a call. Our boss even called Ms. Jenning over so they both could meet you." Then, she pulled out her phone and called someone. Ms. Jenning? A sudden, unsettling feeling washed over me as I waited for her to hang up. When she did, I couldn't help but ask, "Who's your boss?" Linda beamed and said, "Haven't you seen her? Her name's Nancy Lane. They're almost here; please just wait a moment." Nancy Lane! My expression immediately changed. Nancy was Yvette's childhood friend, the heiress of Lane Group, and they were very close. Unlike Yvette's soft, sentimental nature, Nancy was wild and carefree. She was always looking for excitement. Her business ventures mostly involved entertainment companies—bars, clubs, anything that involved pleasure. She knew how to live life to the fullest. Nancy firmly believed that no man could stay 18 forever, but there would always be new 18-year-olds every year. As for the young celebrities signed to her entertainment company? She always picked the ones she wanted to have fun with first. I finally recalled why the address was so familiar. In my past life, Yvette had mentioned that she invested in a company Nancy had started. I was here once to drop off lunch for Yvette, but it had been such a brief visit that I didn't remember much about it. I usually didn't like dealing with people like Nancy, so our interactions were few and far between. Linda tried to keep the conversation going, but I quickly interrupted. "Sorry, I just remembered I had something important to take care of. Let's talk another time." With that, I stood up to leave. Linda chased after me, but I ignored her, not wanting to run into Nancy and Yvette. Just as the elevator arrived, I stepped inside and almost bumped into two very different but still beautiful women. One was wearing a sharply tailored light blue suit, a flat look on her familiar, bright face as she walked inside the room. It was Yvette. The woman beside her was someone who couldn't be more different yet equally striking. She was dressed in a long gown and had fiery red lips. Large waves of shoulder-length hair cascaded down her back. As soon as Yvette saw me, a flicker of surprise crossed her bright eyes. "Owen? Why are you here?" Nancy suddenly exclaimed, "Well, if it isn't my best friend's husband! Why didn't you give me a heads-up if you were coming here?" I wasn't interested in talking to either of them, so I kept my expression neutral and quickly tried to pass them to enter the elevator. "Owen, stop right there." Yvette's cold voice came from behind me, but I didn't stop. Maybe I pissed her off because she quickly caught up to me. I heard the click of her heels getting louder and closer until she grabbed my arm. I was forced to stop, and I turned to look at her. She had a scowl on her face, and her red lips were slightly pursed. "I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?" I tried to shake her off, but she didn't budge. "I heard you. So what? Do I have to stop just because you told me to?" Nancy was standing some distance away, and I saw her raise an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Yvette, what did you do to make him so mad? He actually doesn't want to talk to you? That's never happened before!" Yvette glared at Nancy, and the latter immediately raised her hand in mock surrender, going silent with a grin. Then, Yvette's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze as dark and unreadable as an abyss. "Are you done yet? How long are you going to keep this up?"