---- liked. As such, I also asked her to resign once we were financially stable. After Miranda resigned, she started learning how to draw. She was really talented, and she improved at an astonishing speed. Later on, she became an illustrator, and I hung her first drawing at the most conspicuous place in the living room. Her strokes were still amateurish, and the colors did not blend together well. Nevertheless, this was the first step toward her dream. I once promised that I would always have that drawing in the living room. I would love to witness every moment she took to realize her dream. Yet, I missed Miranda's first art exhibition. While I was on my way there, I received a call ---- from Kiara asking for help. She told me that someone was harassing her. This happened because of a project that I liked but could not secure. I had gone out drinking with the project manager, Wilson Willow, a few times. Unfortunately, he never said yes to my request. "T went out for dinner with a friend at a restaurant. That's when I saw Mr. Willow talking about the project you wanted with Rising Corp. So, I rushed over, and they made me stay to drink with them... Sob..." When J heard this, I felt anxious. I quickly turned my car around to save Kiara. Fortunately, she was smart, and she hid in the restroom. Wilson and the others had also left by then. Kiara had drunk quite a lot, and her face was red. I put my coat over her, and she grabbed my sleeve while she pitifully said, "I'm sorry for the trouble, Mr. Jones." ---- I sighed and thought that while she was pretty, she was dumb. But when I saw how she ended up in such a state because of the project, I could not criticize her. By the time I sent her home, Miranda's art exhibition had already ended. I only received one missed call and a few messages. I opened WhatsApp and saw that Miranda had sent me a few pictures. There was a photo of Kiara leaning against me weakly with my coat over her. There were also photos of me helping her out of the restaurant and sending her home. I immediately called her and told her everything that had happened. Miranda just scoffed and exposed the truth of my actions. "Henry, did you really fall for her poor acting, or ---- do you enjoy her flirting? You know the answer to that." "What do you mean by that? Are you accusing me of cheating just from these pictures?" Miranda fell silent for a moment. I felt frustrated at myself for losing my cool and saying the wrong thing.