At the entrance of the creative department, Lorraine suddenly grabbed Alina’s sleeve and pulled her back a step.

“What is it?” Alina asked, raising a brow.

“Are you sure you want to start working already?” She whispered, worry in her eyes. “You fainted a few days ago. Shouldn’t you be resting? Won’t this worry Aiden even more?”

Alina let out a slow breath. “We have over a hundred design jobs waiting. Everything has to be delivered in two months. We can’t ...