No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Look, it's just the two of us staying because we need to see how the lighting works at night. That means we might have to pull an all-nighter or work till late, and going back home then would be a hassle," I explained.

Deborah gave me a thumbs-up. "Felicia, you're always thinking ahead."

"And hey, if you've got a boyfriend, better give him a heads-up. We're going to be hogging all your date nights for a while," I warned her.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"No worries. It'll be a good test for my boyfriend," Deborah said, all smiles.

Her smile was one of sheer happiness, the contagious kind.

"Okay, let's get to work then. To save time, let's zero in on the exact problems. That way, when the experts get here, we can jump right into fixing them," I planned.

Deborah nodded, pulling out the blueprints. "I'll take care of zones A, D, and F.”

“I'll handle the rest," I said. Though I was the boss, I was ready to get my hands dirty like Deborah in situations like this.

The next day, we met with the two guys from the construction team, one surnamed Lynch and the other Pearson.

In the afternoon, the lighting suppliers sent over their guys, one surnamed Raymond and the other Graham.

Based on the issues Deborah and I identified, we discussed and inspected everything on-site, and ultimately agreed that the lights and construction were not at fault. The problem lay in the lighting setup.

According to the contract, the lighting setup was the supplier's responsibility. The person in charge, Mr. Graham, immediately contacted his company and informed me, "We're sending over two lighting technicians tomorrow afternoon."

I couldn't hide my impatience. "Can't the lighting technicians get here any sooner?"

Though we had a month left and had identified the problem, setting up the lights was intricate work. With tens of thousands of lights in the

amusement park, we must hurry, or we couldn't finish in time. And we needed to leave time for Conrad to do a pre-approval. If he wasn't satisfied or wanted some changes, we'd have to make them.

"Mr. Collins is out of town, rushing back here. Tomorrow afternoon is the earliest he can make it," Engineer Graham explained.

They were doing their best, so I didn't press further, just waiting.

"How skilled is Mr. Collins?" I casually asked over dinner with them.

A friendly, slightly overweight man in his forties, Graham chuckled. "Well, if he claimed he was second best in the industry, nobody would dare claim the first."

That was impressive!

I smiled. “That puts my mind at ease."

"Mr. Colling is single. If you've got any suitable ladies around, Ms.

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them,"

Hudson, feel free to maker.

Graham even played

"Sure, but aren't you afraid he might fall for someone here and refuse to leave?" I joked.

"Our company arranges positions for employees' families, too," Graham joked back.

The dinner went well, a good relaxation before the kickoff of our hectic schedule.

When I got home, my phone rang. It was Conrad.

"What's up, Mr. Wagner?" I answered, curious about the late call.

"Felicia, you're pushing it, accusing me and Haley of having a thing?" His tone was dark.

So, he was calling to settle scores, probably after having some settled with him.

"Which of those things I mentioned did you not do?" I replied calmly.

Conrad scoffed, "Fine, Felicia, you'll get your wish."

Huh? Before I could ask, he hung up.

After getting ready for bed, I checked my phone and saw a flood of unread messages in a group chat named "YOLO."

It was a group Conrad, Jefferson,

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and a few of their friends, including me, were part of. Initially created for friends, it also welcomed partners, and I joined as Conrad's plus one.

Opening the chat, I found all the messages mentioned me.