The meeting had just ended, and the Design Department Manager packed up thoughtfully, stealing a glance at Justin Battleson as he closed the files.
The expression on Justin’s face remained the same, still showing his typical indifferent attitude to everything.
The Design Department Manager was extremely worried.
He tightened his grip on Charlotte Thompson’s design proposal, unable to resist opening it for another look.
Every detail inside was perfect, and any alteration would only be gilding the lily.
How was he supposed to ask Charlotte to make changes?
With a sour face, he packed up his stuff and walked out holding the proposal. As he walked, he was forming the words in his head.
On the other side, inside Charlotte Thompson’s office.
The office door was gently knocked. Charlotte rubbed her sore neck and looked up. Noticing the office door wasn’t tightly shut, she leaned back and said casually, "The door isn’t locked, come in."
As the words fell, the person outside hesitated for a few seconds, then pushed the door open and entered.
Seeing who it was, Charlotte raised her eyebrows slightly.
She had seen this man a few times while organizing her proposal. He was the new Design Department Manager, about thirty years old, and a returnee from studying abroad.
Originally, he applied for the position of deputy manager but he was indeed talented. He had won several competitions overseas and his design concept was in line with Vanguard Jewelry’s needs. So, Justin immediately appointed him as the manager.
The Manager walked in. His gaze flickered with hesitation.
Charlotte put down her pen and stood up, giving him a slight smile, motioning towards the couch. "Manager, please, take a seat," she said politely.
Hearing this, the manager’s eyes flickered with even more hesitation. After contemplating for a few seconds, he said gently, "Designer Charlotte, I won’t sit."
He pursed his lips slightly, glanced at Charlotte, gently put the file in his hand on the table and after thinking for a while, he said, "Designer Charlotte, Mr. Battleson reviewed your proposal and found it slightly lacking, so he..."
Charlotte chuckled and looked at the man in front of her, whose eyes were somewhat evasive, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
She turned to pick up the proposal, casually flipping through it. "May I boldly guess, Mr. Battleson didn’t even look at it, did he?" she continued. Follow current novᴇls on novｅlfire.net
She understood Justin and believed in her own abilities.
Justin wouldn’t lie just for the sake of lying. There was only one possibility, he didn’t look at it at all.
Hearing this, the Design Department Manager’s eyes flashed with surprise, and then he sighed, "Maybe Mr. Battleson was not in a good mood..."
Laughing lightly, Charlotte said, "Manager, I understand, I will revise the proposal... also, could you do me a favor?"
As her words fell, the guilty Manager quickly nodded his head in agreement, "Just say it, there’s no need to be polite with me."
Charlotte nodded slightly, her hand subconsciously rubbing her warm lips. After pondering for a few seconds, she asked, "Can you help me invite everyone in the design department to a private party at Red Dream Clubhouse?"
"Of course." The Manager nodded his head, then said, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll go now."
Charlotte thanked him and watched him leave the office.
She was aware that her position in the design department was awkward. If she were to invite everyone personally, not many people might show up.
But the manager was different.
As long as he gave the order, everyone in the design department would at least make a token appearance, even if they were unwilling.
A slight smile curled at the corners of her lips, and Charlotte took a glance at the file on the table before giving out a quiet laugh.
"Joy’s designs are always flawless."
In the evening, thanks to the manager’s support, the process went incredibly smooth. After work, the members of the design department left in great numbers, taking a car if they had one, walking if they preferred, all heading towards the same destination.