Chapter 602 Calm Down, I Didn't Ignore Your Message on Purpose
As Nia lay on the operating table, the bright lights above her made her eyes sting.
Her vision blurred.
Suddenly, her mind was flooded with news reports she had seen about plastic surgery gone wrong, with some women dying on the operating table.
In that moment, an inexplicable fear gripped her. She worried she might end up like those women in the news.
The anesthetic was slowly injected into her scalp, causing tears to well up in her eyes. She bit her lip to endure the pain. Regret began to creep in.
She had anticipated pain, but not this much.
But it was too late to back out now; she had already paid.
The anesthetic soon took effect, and she no longer felt pain. She could hear the precise cuts of the scalpel on her eyelids.
"Don't worry, young lady. These hands have worked on many influencers. You'll be beautiful in no time," the surgeon reassured her, noticing her fear.
Tears streamed down Nia's face, and the nurse couldn't keep up with wiping them away. She looked at the surgeon and said, "You better do a good job. My livelihood depends on this face. If I don't look better than before, I won't be able to face anyone."
With so much debt, she had to look stunning.
"Trust my aesthetic sense," the surgeon replied with a smile in his voice.
Nia lost track of time.
She felt like her face no longer belonged to her, as if it was being sawed and hammered.
The surgery was finally over by evening.
The nurse helped her off the operating table and back to her room.
The nurse complimented her on her beauty and handed her a mirror.
Nia was startled by her reflection. There was no beauty, only exaggeration. She had double eyelids now, but they were swollen and still had traces of blood from the stitches.
Her eyebrows were tattooed.
An IV bag hung from her nose, which had already bled.
However, her high cheekbones were indeed smoothed out, and her facial lines were more streamlined.
Her lips were also filled.
Her features were indeed more defined.
She couldn't believe this face had cost her two million dollars! She must have been crazy.
"It's just done. It hasn't healed yet. Rest well, and it'll look natural once the bandages come off."
Right now, she looked like a mummy wrapped in gauze.
Her stomach growled. She had come alone and hadn't eaten all day. The nurse, feeling sorry for her, ordered some takeout—porridge.
She was told to pick it up herself when it arrived.
She thanked the nurse and let her go home.
The delivery guy was startled when he saw Nia with an IV in one arm and her face completely bandaged, as if he had seen a ghost.
Nia felt embarrassed and wished she could disappear.
She quickly took the food and hurried back to her room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened the takeout box. It was a bowl of porridge.
As she ate, she felt increasingly bitter and pitiful. Oh my god, why was making money so hard? Why did plastic surgery hurt so much?
Tears fell into her porridge.
She had to make a name for herself to justify all her sacrifices!
Her phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw it was Walter calling.
She quickly wiped her tears and answered, her lips hurting too much to talk much. "Mr. Wood. It's late. What's up?"
Her words made Walter furious. "Ms. Thompson, what did you promise me before taking leave? That it wouldn't affect your online work. You haven't even checked or replied to my messages, have you?"
Had he messaged her?
She quickly put the call on speaker and logged into WhatsApp, only to see his messages from the morning: [Please revise this proposal according to the client's feedback. Submit it before lunch.]
At 6 PM, another message: [Where's your proposal?]
Oh no, she had been so preoccupied with the surgery that she forgot about her online work.
Walter was usually easygoing, but this time he was angry. "What are you doing? You seem competent at work, but once you're home, you slack off? What were you busy with today? A date?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Nia's lips hurt, and she spoke softly, feeling guilty.
He wasn't buying it and continued his tirade. "Ms. Thompson, I thought someone with your background would seize the opportunity to work hard and change their fate. Clearly, I was wrong. If you think this job isn't for you and you don't want to stay at The Taylor Group, just say so. I won't keep you. I don't tolerate slackers."
"Walter, don't say that. I didn't mean it. Something unexpected came up today. It won't happen again. Please don't be mad. If you get sick from anger, I can't afford to compensate." Nia quickly apologized.
Her voice had a hint of a sob, mainly because the anesthetic had worn off, and her face hurt terribly. Speaking felt like an axe was chopping her face.
Plus, being a young woman alone in a hospital room at night, she felt lonely. Now her boss was angry, and she didn't know how to calm him down.
She had undergone surgery to become an assistant to a streamer. If she offended him, she was doomed.
The more Nia thought about it, the more anxious and scared she became. "I really didn't mean to ignore your messages. I'll work on the proposal now. You'll have it by the time you get to work tomorrow."
Walter didn't respond.
"Please don't be mad, okay? I really had something come up. I'm not slacking off. I understand everything you said. I'm not stupid. Of course, I'll hold on to this lifeline." Nia choked up.
Walter had been furious, but hearing her cry made him feel awkward and unsure of what to do.
"Don't let it happen again."
"Get it," she promised, relieved that he had calmed down.
She didn't even finish her porridge. She hung up and quickly opened her laptop.
Logging into WhatsApp on her computer, she clicked on the proposal he had sent in the morning.
She was shocked by the numerous comments. Oh God, this wasn't just a revision; it was a complete redo!
Nia was exhausted but didn't dare rest. She feared that if she completely angered Walter, her life would be over. She worked through the night, redoing the proposal according to the feedback.
She sent it to him on WhatsApp.
Then she inquired about the assistant position.
[Mr. Wood, have you found an assistant for the streamer?]
Just as she finished and was packing up her laptop, the nurse came in and was shocked to see her. "Did you not sleep at all last night? You just had surgery. You need to rest."
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