Rafael didn't answer Eileen's question. Instead, he raised his chin. "The car's here."

Only then did Eileen notice that it was already past nine.

She hastily shoved a piece of bread into her mouth. "I'm leaving."

As she got into the car, Rafael's words echoed in Eileen's mind—Kevin has been craving authentic Italian pizza like crazy these days.

She pursed her lips.

Upon arriving at the design department, Eileen sensed the strange looks from her colleagues.

They seemed oddly gleeful.

As if something significant had occurred.

Entering her office, she summoned Sheila.

The moment Sheila entered, she spoke urgently, "Eileen, something's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"I overheard them saying that...