"Mr. Anderson, I'll take the project. Thank you for trusting me. I promise I won't let you down this time."
After hanging up, I threw myself into work.
When I became so consumed by work that I barely ate or slept, I suddenly remembered how Jason used to describe me as "an independent woman."
I used to hate those words.
If someone could be depended on, who would willingly choose to be strong all the time?
Besides, the strength I had built in the beginning wasn't true strength. It was just me pretending I didn't need anyone.
Just as I was lost in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang.
The moment I opened the door, Jason was standing there.
He was still wearing the same clothes, but exhaustion was written all over his face.
In his hand was a document he was gripping tightly, his knuckl
