Chapter 362 It's Her
I grabbed my phone to check the time and nearly fell out of bed when I saw it was almost 7:30 AM. We'd totally overslept.
It was Monday, and I had a public lecture in the morning—Professor Evans' class. If I showed up late, who knew how many makeup classes he'd dump on me.
Class kicked off at 8:30, which gave me less than an hour. My eyes were barely open, my hair was a mess, I hadn't showered, and breakfast? Forget about it.
What the heck was I gonna do? Life was a mess without Yancy around to help out.
I glanced over and saw Brad already awake, propping his head up with his hand, a regretful grin spreading across his face.
Regretful about what? No time to figure that out. I shook my head, moved his big hand off my waist, and bolted to get ready.
I took the quickest shower ever, didn't even bother drying my hair, slapped on some face cream, grabbed my class stuff, and dashed out the door. I didn't even catch what Brad was yelling after me.
I slid into the classroom just as the first bell rang, found a seat on the side, and plopped down, panting like I'd run a marathon.
I thought, 'Man, I really need to get in shape, or my legs are gonna give out.'
Today was supposed to be Professor Evans' class, but instead, this young teacher showed up, saying the professor had something super important to deal with, so he'd be filling in.
The young guy was actually pretty good, super passionate. When he hit the key points, his eyes lit up like he was born to teach.
But ever since I heard Professor Evans had something to attend to, I couldn't shake this bad feeling. My heart was pounding, and I felt all jittery.
That bad vibe made it hard to breathe, leaving me all flustered and lost. Was something bad about to go down?
I barely made it through the class, stumbling out with the crowd. Even when I got to Crystal House, I felt like my soul was floating outside my body, and the unease just kept growing. I was in no shape to paint, so I grabbed a book on my phone and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through it without really reading.
Right at noon, I was munching on the meal Brad had ordered when a notification popped up in the Facebook work group: [The meeting for the new project starts at 2:30 PM. Brad, as the client contact, will host. Other project members should arrive ten minutes early; Jane will attend as an observer.]
I thought, 'Why do I have to go if I'm not even part of the project?'
I messaged Professor Evans, and he said this project was kinda related to the one I handled before. Since I did a bang-up job on that one and the client was super impressed, my presence would help the new project go smoothly. That's why I had to be there.
I asked, "Why am I just an observer?"
Maybe I was being too picky, and Professor Evans got annoyed. "What do you want then? To host the meeting? Take over your future husband's job? Jane, what do you want?"
I thought, 'I don't want anything; I was just asking. Can't I ask? Can't I even ask a question? I just wanted to know why they used the term "observer," which doesn't sound very pleasant.'
Before I could even react, Professor Evans hung up on me.
I felt a lump in my chest.
I stared at my phone, feeling even worse, with a cold chill running down my back, like being watched by a venomous snake.
At 2:15 PM, I showed up at the meeting room.
When I walked in, the place was already more than half full.
Each seat had a nameplate with the attendee's name, position, and role in the project.
As an observer, I didn't have a fixed seat, so I found a spot in the back row on the side.
The conference table was the usual rectangular shape. The nameplate at the head of the right side had Professor Evans' name on it. The nameplate opposite Professor Evans simply said Chief Representative, with no name, organization, or even gender.
This client Ronan seemed pretty mysterious.
I didn't pay much attention and instinctively looked for Brad.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Brad's nameplate next to Professor Evans', labeled "National Capital University Chief Representative Brad," but he wasn't there yet.
At 2:23 PM, Brad walked in with a team. He had changed into a black suit, his tie neatly done, and his hair slicked back, clearly styled.
That team was made up of National Capital University's elite, each one outstanding.
But even among such elites, Brad stood out in terms of height, demeanor, and features.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that such an outstanding Brad was mine.
As Brad walked to his seat, he scanned the crowd. When he saw me, his eyes lit up, and his smile deepened as he subtly greeted me.
I returned his smile, puckered my lips for a silent kiss, and silently cheered him on.
Brad understood and smiled even more.
At exactly 2:30 PM, the door to the meeting room opened.
When Professor Evans happily led the client Ronan in, staff members guided them to their seats based on the name tags on their chests.
Due to the angle and the number of people blocking my view, I could only vaguely see that the client representative at the front was a very short woman.
Brad stood up politely to greet her, but as soon as he left his chair, he froze. The shock and disbelief on his face hit me like a hammer, making my head spin.
Something was definitely wrong. Otherwise, Brad would never lose his composure in such an important setting.
My temples started throbbing, and that bad feeling reached its peak. A voice in my head screamed for me to see who had caused Brad to lose his composure. I already had a guess in my heart, but subconsciously, I didn't want to admit it.
Ignoring Professor Evans' warning look, I brushed aside the arm trying to stop me and stumbled past the conference table and chairs, drawing puzzled looks from many people.
I finally reached behind Brad. The client representative, already seated, was smiling at me. She looked elegant and polite but was actually extremely arrogant.
It was her, it was really Jenny! At that moment, my shock was no less than Brad's.
It felt like a massive boulder had suddenly crashed onto my head, causing immense pain. At that moment, I truly hated my exceptionally sharp vision, trained from a young age.
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