Asher came to a stop and directed his attention toward Brylee.

Sporting a smile, she said, “Asher, it seems like you've had a rough start at our company."

"I'm still new to the company, so I'm finding my footing," Asher confessed, his uneasiness gradually escalating into a hint of panic.

“I get it, but Harlan doesn't seem too pleased with how things are going with you."

"Please, just give me a Little more time. I'll do everything I can to meet your expectations," Asher pleaded hurriedly.

Brylee offered a reassuring pat on his shoulder and said, "Relax, don't be nervous. I have faith in your abilities."

Asher's throat tightened, but he managed to force an awkward smile.

Withdrawing her hand, Brylee posed a question.

"Do you happen to know who hired you and the other two designers that got fired by S.W. Studio?"

Asher froze, his silence betraying a growing suspicion.

“It was me," Brylee revealed.

“Really? Thank you for having faith in me!" Overwhelmed with relief, Asher quickly bowed to express his sincere appreciation.

“Have you ever wondered why I chose to hire you?"

Asher's curiosity got the better of him as he questioned, “Why?”

“Because of Rosalynn.”

As Brylee mentioned Rosalynn, a momentary glimpse of jealousy flickered in her eyes.

“She's a manipulative charmer. I can't stand her," she divulged, a touch of animosity seeping through.

A light bulb flicked on in Asher's mind, Leaving him with a newfound understanding.

“Didn't you lose your job because of Rosalynn? Would you like to seek revenge against her?" Brylee probed, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue.

Asher was taken aback, but soon, bitterness filled his eyes, and he replied, "Of course I do."

The humiliation of being fired by S.W. Studio weighed heavily on his heart.

He had been suppressing his anger, bottling it up inside.