Zane looked over at me as well. Designing new models wasn''t particrly difficult, and since thepany paidmissions based on sales, it was an easy way to


    make good money.


    However, Eric seemed worried I wouldn''t want to share my earnings with the other designers.


    Without hesitation, I said, "We can hire them."


    Eric was stunned. "But that means you need to split the profits."


    I didn''t mind at all. "It''s all right. Isn''t that a good thing if everyone can earn more?"


    He stared at me. I frowned. "What? Is there a problem?"


    Eric shook his head. "No."


    "Even if I don''t design them myself, I''ll still get a share of the profits. After all,


    these are still based on my


    work, right?"


    I looked at Eric for confirmation.


    He nodded. "That''s right."


    I smiled. "Then there''s no need for me to do everything myself."


    Eric had also finally realized this. "Okay. I''ll find the designers right away."


    "Sounds good."


    As I watched him leave, I felt a weight get lifted off my shoulders. With someone else helping, I felt much more rxed.


    I finished another set of designs, each with a different style. Then, I sketched a mini version of Zane.


    Zane looked rather cute in a miniature form and without his usual icy demeanor. However, he still gave off a punk vibe.


    The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. I immediately started drawing him in different outfits.


    Then I paused, realizing I was being biased toward Zane. So, I pulled out my sketches of Willow and started creating new designs and


    ov


    expressions for her as well


    I wasn''t sure why, but the more I drew, the less tired I felt. In fact, I was actually


    enjoying myself.


    "Annalise."


    I heard Zane''s voice and looked up, only to realize he was already standing across from me.


    I stopped drawing and asked, "What''s up?"


    "It''s past office hours. Time to eat."


    I nced at the clock at the bottom of my screen and was surprised to see that it was already 3:00 pm.


    Ever since I started working in Zane''s office, he has eaten with me every day. Today, he must have waited several hours just so we could have our meal together.


    Feeling a little guilty, I said, "Sorry. I got too caught up in drawing."


    "It''s fine. There''s no need for apologies between us."


    Zane casually slipped one hand into his pocket. I instinctively rested my hand on


    his arm as we walked toward the elevator together.


    Once the doors closed, he turned to me, asking, "Do you enjoy this job?"


    I smiled and replied without hesitation, "Yes! Maybe it''s because I''m drawing people I like, so it makes me happy. It feels more like a hobby than work. I never imagined that a job could actually be this enjoyable."


    Zane seemed relieved. "That''s good. At first, I was worried that handling both theic and these design drafts would be too much foryou, and you''d lose interest."


    I replied with a grin, "That won''t happen. Even if it gets exhausting, I''ll keep going


    so that I get the paycheck."