But as the tension thickened, Willow walked into the break room, her expression composed. She filled her cup with water, then left without a word, acting as if she hadn't heard a thing.
Once she was out of earshot, someone finally broke the silence. "What just happened? Why was she so calm? She didn't react at all?'
"Maybe she didn't hear us?"
"That doesn't make sense. If she didn't hear, she would've at least acknowledged us, right?"
"You're right. So, she must've overheard."
"How unlucky. We were just chatting away during work, and now we're stuck in this mess, Damm..!"
"Let's just drop it and get back, to our task."
Willow returned to her desk. The water glass steady in her hand. Her expression giving nothing away, but inside , a quiet irritation simmered.
Yes, she kept quiet. What her colleagues had said wasn't entirely off the mark. Olivia had chosen her without so much as glancing at the designs.
