When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie)

The very next morning, the HR manager sought out Rachel with urgency.

"Rachel, here's your transfer order. From now on, you'll be working in the Administrative Department."

"Administrative Department?"

Rachel didn't take the document, instead, she seemed quite displeased.

The HR manager was in a tough spot herself.

"Mr. Patterson demanded this transfer first thing this morning. I had no choice, and he even made me post it on the internalwork."

"You might want to start packing up, Mr. Patterson is known for his short fuse."

She glanced at me cautiously, then back at Rachel.

"Rachel, don't make this hard on me, I'm just doing my job here."

She left the file on Rachel's desk before making her exit.

Rachel, however, just tore the document to shreds and continued with her work.

I approached her, tapping on her desk.

"Can we talk?"

Rachel gave me a resigned look before following me to the break room.

"Melanie, it's not that I want to transfer. I don't want to leave the Design Department."

"I know."

Clyde always had his ways, keeping those he favored under his watchful eye, like Kayla.

Considering his current situation, I tried to be patient.

"I know it's tough on you, but his situation..."

"Melanie, why don't you transfer to the Administrative Department?"

Clyde barged in, all fired up, and I could feel my hackles rising.

He seemed to have lost all sense of reason.

Seeing me with Rachel, he instantly assumed I was giving her a hard time.

Especially with his agitated demeanor, my mood worsened.

It's like those irrational, dominating CEOs in novels who blindly favor the female lead.

Ignoring the company's interests, showing blatant favoritism...

For some reason, I suddenly felt angry, my tone more confrontational.

"Which part of this situation looks like I'm stopping Rachel from transferring?"

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Rachel stepped in front of me, probably to soothe Clyde's emotions, her voice softening.

"Clyde, it's me who doesn't want to go, Melanie has nothing to do with it."

"Why do you always defend her? Just because you were roommates?"

"Back in school, you always did this. Am I not as important to you?"

Clyde was visibly upset, even shooting me a glare.

Rachel took a step forward, positioning herself right in front of him.

"Clyde, I don't want to be a secretary, I only love design."

"I know, I understand, you've told me you're not into studying, just passionate about design inspiration."

"You could be my assistant, dabble in design occasionally, you're more than capable."

He grabbed Rachel's shoulders, and she visibly stiffened.

My hand, clutching a coffee cup, paused at my chest.

Right, those were also my words. I'm not an academic star, but I do have a knack for design.

That's why I love design; it allows me a bit of ease.

But Rachel... She's the epitome of a diligent student.

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I silently lowered my head, not wanting to witness the scene any longer.

Rachel shrugged off his hands, her voice tinged with sadness.

"Clyde, I've told you, I don't want to be a secretary or an assistant, please don't push me."

She sniffed, striding out of the break room with large steps.

Clyde shot me a menacing look before following her out.

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The gaze of my coworkers fell on me, and downed the entire cup unsweetened coffee in one gulp. Snow, it didn't taste as bitter

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