âWhy did Mr. Harding give us such a difficult director? Sheâs worse than Ike,â a male colleague complained under his breath as he made revisions to his design drawing.
Fortunately, Tiffanyâs office was far from here, so they could afford a moment to slack off.
âTiffanyâs a typical twenty-first century iron lady. Sheâs good with office work and housework.â Suddenly, a female colleague sitting next to Natalie poked her head out. âHey, is she married? How old is she anyway?â
âI donât know how old she is, but Iâm willing to bet she doesnât have a boyfriend.â The male colleague gnawed one end of his pen, lost in thought as he stared at his drawing.
Natalie commented lightheartedly, âI think sheâs good for this department. She might be cold and strict, but sheâs just and will get the job done. We could learn a lot from her.â
As everyone chattered on excitedly, they suddenly heard a knock on the glass. Tiffany was standing by the door in a black dress, her lips pursed unhappily. âSince you all have so much free time on your hands, letâs have a meeting at ten oâclock. All you designers are required to attend.â
A hush fell over the office. Everyone knew they were doomed. The male colleague subtly made a gesture of slitting his throat.
âThe design department just received an important project. Weâll be cooperating with another company to design the spring collection. Every designer has to submit their plan by the end of this week.â
As Tiffany spoke, she flipped through a PowerPoint presentation concisely. Then, glancing at all the designers before her, she finished assigning tasks and left the room, like a teacher leaving her students to answer their test.
The atmosphere in the design department dropped several hundred degrees.
Natalie and the other designers all worked overtime that week, sketching drafts seriously, as if they were in the middle of an intense exam.
Surprisingly, when the designs were submitted a week later, Natalieâs design was selected.
She thought the battle had come to an end. But one morning, Tiffany suddenly called her into her office.
âYou have to start over and design a new plan.â
Natalie frowned, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
Tiffany looked at her indifferently. âDonât be anxious. Listen to me first. When we handed over your draft to the client, it was rejected and your designs were criticized thoroughly. They said they wanted something more serious.â
Natalie picked up the design draft she had submitted and carefully examined it.
âThis design is in complete accordance with their requirements. Iâm surprised they had rejected it. Maybe itâs because Iâm too inexperienced to understand where I had gone wrong. Ms. Fisher, please give me some advice, or perhaps just choose someone elseâs designer.â
Not only Natalie, but Tiffany was also equally confused and surprised.
She looked at the design draft and shook her head. âI canât give you any advice. I think this design draft is good. Thatâs why I chose it and presented it to the client. Well, frankly, if a client is not happy with our design, they never reject it right away. They usually ask us to modify it based on their requirements. I canât believe they just rejected our design without giving a proper explanation this time.â
âThen, what do we do now?â Natalie asked hesitantly.
âSince we canât figure out the reason, letâs go to their company and ask them why they rejected it. It would be better to talk to them in person. Bring your design drafts and laptop with you so that we can modify it on the spot.â As Tiffany spoke, she stood up and took her coat.
Tiffanyâs decisiveness shocked Natalie.
She thought Tiffany would ask her to modify the design until the client was satisfied.
But Tiffany had other plans.
She took Natalie to the Color Company.
This company belonged to a clothing group, and it ran a womenâs fashion brand that had gained popularity over the years.
As soon as they arrived at the reception, Natalie met an old acquaintance.
âSorry for keeping you waiting. I am in charge of the project. You can talk to me directly.â Cassie walked in haughtily with a cup of coffee in her hand.
She became more arrogant and complacent after seeing Natalie.
Seeing the astonishment on Natalieâs face, Tiffany frowned. âYou two know each other?â
Before Natalie could say anything, Cassie answered with a smile, âNo, we donât. This woman has come to our house to collect second-hand goods several times. So she works as a designer in your company? Well, it looks like youâre lethargic when it comes to recruiting employees.â
The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 42 âThatâs very rude of you. We all know the design department of the Larson Group has a name of its own. Besides, you opted for our company to meet your design needs,â Tiffany said politely, suppressing her anger.
Cassie snorted and skimmed through the design draft on the table. âYour drafts seem very amateur. What are you still doing here?â
At that moment, a man came to the reception. He was Jason Gentry, the CEO of the Color Company and Cassieâs current boyfriend.
âWhy are you all standing here? Please sit down so we can talk.â Jason sat down on the sofa. âHere is the thing. My girlfriend doesnât like the design, so I would have to ask you to come up with a different draft.â
Jason was happy with the design. However, Cassie saw the draft at his place last night. After knowing that Natalie had designed it, she immediately asked him to reject the design.
She held Jasonâs arm and looked at Natalie, a complacent smile tugging at the corner of her lips. âIâm responsible for evaluating the design drafts of this project now. I think Miss Quinnâs design is not good enough to meet our requirements. You better replace her with a better designer.â
âOur company has selected this draft among the other designs submitted because it was the best. Some other designerâs plan might not be as good as this,â Tiffany said calmly.
Natalie was surprised to see Tiffany speak for her. She leaned closer to her and whispered, âThis is our companyâs project. We should prioritize the interests of the company.â
âOf course, we should prioritize the companyâs interest. I am just explaining the pros and cons to them.â Tiffany smiled.
Jason picked up the coffee and took a sip. He glanced at Natalie and back at the design draft. Then, he turned to look at Cassie without saying anything.
âI donât like this designerâs work. I have the final say in this project. If you donât change the designer, I have no other choice but to cancel our collaboration. The choice is yours.â Cassie didnât give in. Her makeup-laden eyes turned to Natalie.
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