You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 134

Everyone was on board right away—it really was a great idea.

The team was told to come up with a plan that very night. But since marketing and branding always ran the show, there was no way around Patricia.

At the Martin family’s villa, Tina sat on the couch with a mug of floral tea, watching Emerson go quiet all of a sudden.

“Are you worried Patricia’s going to mess things up for us?”

“I’m just thinking… why did Patricia transfer to the creative department, and why did all this start happening the day she showed up?”

“So you think she planned it from the start?”

Tina frowned, thinking it over. “That doesn’t seem like her. If she wanted to make a splash, why not just become the brand’s face herself? Why drag Ruby into it?”

Emerson propped her head on her hand, still confused.

Tina nudged her. “These days, with the internet, building up the right image is huge for a company. But if someone else becomes the public face, we’ll never feel secure. Ruby’s the safest choice.”

“I get it,” Emerson said quietly.

Meanwhile, at Cloud Peak, Marian was carrying a bowl of cat food down the winding stone path to the garden.

Patricia followed behind, holding her shawl tight around her shoulders.

Marian was chatting away. “The mama cat’s a calico—so pretty. She’s got long fur and those big, round eyes. Gorgeous, really.”

“But all her babies turned out kind of funny-looking. Not one of them’s cute.”

A cool wind blew and Patricia tightened her shawl. “Guess it matters if the dad’s good looking or not.”

Marian laughed. “If you and Mr. Padilla have kids, they’ll definitely be beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as handsome as him.”

Patricia’s ears burned at the mention of Oliver’s name. It had been days since she’d seen him. She almost forgot sometimes that she was living in his house.

“It’s weird, isn’t it? Mr. Padilla hasn’t been home these past few days. The kids haven’t either. Did you ask about it?”

Patricia shook her head. “No, I didn’t.”

Patricia pressed her lips together. “Let’s not talk about that. Let’s just go inside.”

Marian led her up the path toward the main house. Just as they got to the steps, headlights swept across the yard.

Patricia paused, glancing out as a car pulled up.

Oliver got out, looking as confident as ever. He reached for her hand without missing a beat and led her inside. “What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold?”

It had been days since they’d seen each other, and his questions caught Patricia off guard.

She blurted out, “Where have you been these past few days?”

Oliver looked surprised, then grinned. “Were you worried about me?”

“I—” Patricia’s face went red, but before she could answer, Sara’s voice rang out.

“Aunt Patricia! Help! Save me!”