Chapter 182

"Where did the flowers come from?" The moment Abigail entered her office in Sunny Reel Studios, she spotted a massive bouquet sitting on her desk. Mia shrugged. "No idea. The receptionist said it was for you and asked me to bring it up. They didn't say who sent it." Abigail pulled out the card tucked inside. There was nothing written on it—just a signature. "Dawson." It had to be from Matthew. "Oh, right, Eric's here. He's in Conference Room 2," Mia added. "Eric?" Abigail had nearly forgotten that man even existed. Technically, today would be their first time meeting face-to-face. They had never crossed paths before this. … "What do you want?" Abigail stood in the doorway of the conference room, making no move to sit. She had no respect for Eric. His behavior was despicable, and he had zero ethics. She had nothing to say to someone like him. Eric still had bruises on his face. The injuries he had sustained clearly had not healed. "I came to talk about a potential collabor