Annalise''s small suitcase was all she had taken after signing the divorce papers.


    Stunned, Steven sat on the bed. If he had not found out about everything Jessica had done, he might never have realized just how much he had taken Annalise for granted. Guilt suddenly overwhelmed him. He pulled out his phone to call Annalise but could not get through. Opening Instagram, he wanted to message her but did not know what to say. He sent an emoji in the end, only to see an exmation mark appear. Annalise had blocked him.


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    "This is what our team has been working on for the past year." The project manager handed his phone to Zane.


    While Huxham Corporation''s main business had been doing well over the past two years, they had decided to expand into new industries. Zane had delegated most of the authority to the project leads, as he preferred not to micromanage these new ventures. But now...


    Staring at the content on the phone, Zane hesitated to speak.


    The project manager wished he could disappear when he sensed Zane''s disapproval.


    "Redo it," Zanemented after reading the content.


    "M-Mr. Huxham, we really tried our best..." the manager stammered.


    Zane shot him a look. "Are you telling me your entire team is ipetent and can only produce trash like this?"


    The manager quickly defended, "No! Of course not-"


    "Good."


    Zane then continued, "Because if the next submission is of the same quality, start packing your desk."


    Only after leaving the office did the manager realize his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.


    In the office, Zane fidgeted with his phone before asking, "Annalise, do you have a moment?"


    I had just finished uploading my coloredic panels and was about to take a break. Walking over to his desk, I replied, "Sure. What''s up?"


    He handed me his phone. "Would you mind testing this game?"


    While gaming was not really my thing, I could not refuse his request. "What kind of game is it?"


    "It''s a dating sim developed by t


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    yers," he exined calmly. "Ed like your feedback on any issues you notice."


    Taking his phone, I returned to my cubicle and started ying. I frowned as I yed.


    Zane sat beside me while observing my reactions. He asked, "Are you not enjoying it?"


    "The male characters are all unattractive," I said bluntly. "If yers are supposed to charm these characters..."


    As I spoke, I looked up at him. "Shouldn''t they at least be good-looking?"


    Zane smiled. "Is that so?"


    "Yeah." I forced myself to continue ying. "Plus, they need to be respectful and considerate."


    Sitting up straight, I looked at Zane. "Why don''t you survey the female employees about what they look for in a partner? Then, categorize those traits and use them to develop your characters."


    Zane had never yed this type of game before. He had only approved the project because someone had pitched it. Hearing my exnation, he seemed to finally grasp the main appeal of these games.


    He probed, "So, for this game to seed, the most important thing is..."