Revenge is best served cold

The moment LunaGlo's compensation announcement went live, the comment section exploded. At first, it seemed like the tide was turning.

"Yeah, the quality is bad, but at least they're owning up to it. I'll give LunaGlo another chance."

"Oh my god, they're paying that much? Why didn't I buy one? Why?"

"Compared to other brands that just go radio silent when something goes wrong, this is actually pretty sincere. I'll be keeping an eye on how they handle this."

But the negativity still outweighed the support.

"I heard LunaGlo's founder is local. This is how they treat their own people?"

"If you didn't want to do business here, why even enter the market?"

"Using dish cloth as fabric for clothes? Whoever is responsible better pray for their lives."

I read through every comment before taking a deep breath and carefully crafting a response.

"In addition to offering full compensation, LunaGlo will be conducting a thorough investigation into our entire production chain to uncover the truth. We'll provide real-time updates on our progress. Thank you for keeping us accountable."

After hitting "post", I logged out. There was no point in reading any more comments.

The hype wasn't dying down anytime soon, and honestly, most of the backlash wasn't even from actual customers-just people jumping on the hate train.

Instead of wasting time on that, it was better to focus on damage control and find out what went wrong before things spiraled further.

That afternoon, the first recalled item arrived at the office. It was a package from a local customer.

The second it was delivered, it was sealed in a box and sent straight to the testing center.

If one or two people had allergic reactions, it could be dismissed as a personal sensitivity. But with so many cases at once, there had to be a highty allergenic substance in the fabric. To identify it, we needed a professional testing lab.

From here, all we could do was wait for the results while also retracing every step of the production process to pinpoint the root cause. Normally, this would be handled by the supply chain team. However, Levi and had been involved in sourcing the materials from the start. If anyone was going to get to the bottom of

this, it had to be us.

Besides, I still had my partnership with Flint Group. And I was going to use every resource I had.

...

That night, Levi headed to the packaging facility alone. Meanwhile, I stayed behind at the studio to focus on finishing the initial design drafts for Flint Group. By the time I sent the files over to Eric, it was already past 1:00 am.

The moment I hit send, he replied with a shocked emoji.

"You didn't have to rush this. I know you've got a lot on your plate right now."

I let out a long sigh before typing back. "No can do. Business is business. Don't worry about me. I can handle it. But what about you? Why are you still up?"

I watched as the typing indicator flickered on the screen. But for a long moment, nothing came through.

Just as I was about to assume he had fallen asleep, a deep, gentle voice broke through the silence, drifting straight into my ears. "I was waiting for you."

My head snapped up, my eyes widening in shock. "You..."

For a second, I didn't even know what to ask.

Eric was leaning lazily against the doorframe, looking completely at ease. "Are you wondering how I got in? I saw that someone else was still working, so I asked them to let me in. Or... Are you wondering why I'm here?

"I didn't feel like eating alone, so I thought I'd wait until you were done. But when I

saw you still weren't done, I decided to come up and find you."

His tone was light, almost playful. But something about it sent a ripple through

me.

Dinner?

He had been waiting since dinner, but he hadn't even texted to remind me. He had just been downstairs the whole time.