Charlotte Thompson had just sat down on her own office chair, when she heard the office door being pushed open.
She didn’t even lift her eyes, she just continued to rummage through a pile of design drafts, picked out one she was satisfied with, and started talking while looking at it. "You’re back so soon..." For more chapters visit novel·fıre·net
The answer to her was a silence, followed by, Charlotte felt a shadow cast over her head.
She lifted her head with a sense of confusion, but unexpectedly, what appeared in her sight was a familiar face.
Charlotte put down the design manuscript in her hand, and said in surprise, "Coco, how did you get here?"
The person standing there was Coco, who she hadn’t seen for several days. The girl in her early twenties was dressed in a clean ruffled collar shirt and light blue jeans, with thin documents in her arms.
An unintentional smile appeared at the corners of Charlotte’s mouth. She quickly pointed to a chair and said, "Take a seat. We haven’t met for quite some time."
Upon hearing this, Coco looked around to make sure no one else was there. She whimpered and dropped down onto the chair.
She put the documents on the table and said nervously, "I’ve been waiting outside the company for a long time today, making sure that Mr. Battleson had gone to the underground parking lot and wouldn’t be back for a while before I rushed in."
Looking at her as if she had just returned from a guerrilla warfare, Charlotte put the design draft aside and said with a bit of amusement: "He wouldn’t eat you. You could have just come in directly."
As soon as her words fell, Coco imagined the scenario and immediately made a sour face, "Indeed Mr. Battleson won’t eat people, but what difference does his murderous gaze make from eating people?"
After these complaints, Coco remembered that Justin Battleson could come in at any time, so she quickly got to the point, "Sis, I received a notice a few days ago, it is an invitation for you to participate in a design related variety show that is slightly skewed towards the entertainment industry."
She opened the document and pushed it towards Charlotte, "Sister, take a look. This variety show is called ’The Birth of Beautiful Clothes’. I glanced at the introduction of the program and it seems okay."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte raised her eyebrows in surprise.
A design program leaning towards the entertainment industry?
It sounded interesting.
She casually picked up the document and had a look. But the more she looked, the tighter her brows became. "I don’t want to participate in such troublesome things, Coco, reject it."
Her only participation in a design program was to hit Evelyn Curtis in the face, but she did not expect that since then, she had become a celebrity.
This kind of targeted participation in design is completely contrary to Charlotte’s original intention of design.
Seeing Charlotte rejected so casually, Coco widened her eyes incredulously, "Don’t, Sis, really, believe me, the conditions the director offered you are simply too tempting."
Coco’s eyes were shining with the desire for money, and she said admiringly, "Sis, even if you don’t want to be famous, we won’t lose even if you just go and sit there."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte took a sip from her cup and contemplated for a few seconds with her head in her hand. In the end, she sighed lightly, shook her head and said, "Coco, reject it. I’m not interested... Besides, you know that the progress of the design of the Queen’s necklace has finally picked up, I can’t waste my time any more."
Since things had gotten to this point, Coco opened her mouth wanting to say something else, but in the end, she couldn’t say anything.