Chapter 5

Thinking of this, a mischievous idea sparked in my mind.

“Isabella, you’re such a kind person, so thoughtful.”

I turned to Luna, grinning.

“Did you see that? Isabella is so nice; she even wants to add your mom on social media!”

Luna’s expression brightened as she tentatively asked Isabella.

“Ms. Hart, you’re so nice! I’ll tell my mom to add you right away!”

Isabella’s smile faded, and she awkwardly replied.

“Uh, sure, just give her my social media info. It’s normal to look out for each other since we’re colleagues.”

After a moment, I noticed Isabella was busy responding to messages.

This time, the deadly black coffee fortune was on her side.

Since Isabella had Luna's mom’s contact, they started getting close.

It felt eerily similar to how I had previously suffered.

To show her concern for the intern, Isabella began bringing lunch for Luna every day.

Even when passing by me, she couldn’t resist throwing a jab.

“I’m not like some people, cold-hearted and indifferent to the struggles of interns.”

A few remarks were fine, but she never seemed to tire of it.

So, I dropped a few hints to Luna.

“Isabella lives on Westfield Avenue too; it’s on her way home. She drives alone to work every day, so it must be pretty lonely on the road.”

With my comment as a pretext, Luna’s mom told Isabella that evening to drive Luna to work every day.

She justified it as needing someone to talk to for safety.

Isabella wasn’t pleased, but morally, she couldn’t back down.

After all, she had already made a big show of it.

Luna had been working for a week, and I started assigning her some simple tasks.

Like booking a hotel and coordinating with vendors, among other things.

In my previous life, Luna had barely done any work during her internship.

It wasn’t because I was particularly kind.

It was because she had graduated without even knowing how to make a PowerPoint or properly format a Word document.

But this time, I wasn’t going to spoil her.

So, when the marketing and business departments had a trip planned, I handed her the task of booking the hotel.

I figured that booking a hotel was something even a middle schooler could manage.

Who would’ve thought that when our two departments arrived at the hotel Luna booked, we were met with embarrassment?

“On a $400 travel budget, you booked a $200 room?”

Isabella lost her usual softness.

Luna stammered in silence.

“Even if you booked a $200 room, at least pick a chain! You booked a freakin’ themed hotel for this trip?”

We stood at the entrance of the room, helplessly staring at Luna.

This was just the first room.

A pink heart-shaped bed.

Next to it hung nurse outfits, police uniforms, maid costumes, and even black latex.

In the most prominent spot was a large transparent acrylic box.

Inside were various suggestive toys that made everyone blush.

We all stared at Luna, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

Her sincere response shocked us all.

“Isabella, I’ve stayed at this hotel with my boyfriend, and I thought it was pretty nice.”