"Mr. Murphy!" Everyone in the design department stood up and bowed.
"You guys can continue to work. I brought a few partners over to visit the design department. We won't
disturb you." Stanley glanced the crowd and said in a cold voice.
But when he saw Violet, his gaze froze for two seconds, and then he quickly looked away.
Violet sat down with everyone, grabbed the mouse and started to work.
However, Stanley walked towards her with several partners.
Violet was taken aback. When she was just about to get up, Stanley waved his hands, "No need. Sit
down. Your feet don’t get better."
"Thank you!" Violet smiled gratefully at him. Then she really sat down.
Phoebe couldn't stand it, "Mr. Murphy, is it really okay? We are all standing but she is sitting. This is
disrespect for us!"
"It doesn't matter. It’s the special caring I gave her. I believe you guys should understand. Right, Mr.
Mills?" Stanley turned his face slightly and looked at the several partners behind him.
The partners smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes. She got injured!"
Stanley looked at Phoebe again. He seemed to want to see through her, "Is there any problem now?"
"Of course not." Phoebe was frustrated, but replied with a grudging smile on her face.
It was rare to see Phoebe to be talked back like this. Violet lowered her head and held back her smile.
She was in a good mood now.
"Since there is no problem, you don't have to talk anymore. If you have to refute what I said, it is also
disrespectful to me, understand?" Stanley pursed his lips displeased.
His voice was clear and loud. Every word seemed to be hitting Phoebe's heart.
Phoebe's face paled.
Why did she forget it?
At work, this man had always been decisive. He couldn't tolerate others questioning his decision. This
was a big taboo.
Just now, just to make Violet embarrassed, she actually broke the taboo, which was really stupid.
Stanley ignored Phoebe and introduced the several partners to Violet, "These are the partners of our
clothing company and are also investors in ‘Born of Fire’. I brought them over to know you. Whether
you can become the chief designer of ‘Born of Fire’ also needs their assessment."
They were so powerful?
Violet was a little surprised, but then she quickly calmed down. With a smile, she greeted them politely,
"Hello, I’m Violet, a candidate designer for ‘Born of Fire’. Please give some advice if I don’t do it well."
Although she was sitting, her tone of voice and the right smile on her face were not impolite at all.
It could be seen that she was qualified in terms of etiquette. Several partners were very satisfied. "Nice
to meet you."
"This time I brought Mr. Mills and the others over. In addition to introducing them to you, I also want to
ask how your first draft is going?" Stanley asked.
"Almost finished." Violet replied.
Phoebe was stunned. Almost finished?
So fast? It only had been a few days.
She herself had to spend two or three days to finish a first draft!
Violet had just arrived here in less than a week, but she had already drawn the design of a project. How
talented she was!
Phoebe bit her lip. She was so jealous.
Stanley raised his eyebrows slightly. He was also a little surprised, "That happens to be a summit
conference in our company tomorrow. Mr. Mills and the others will also participate. You can bring the
first draft for everyone to see, and then everyone will make an assessment to determine whether you
are qualified to be the chief designer of ‘Born of Fire’. What do you think?"
He looked at Violet.
Under his deep gaze, Violet straightened her chest subconsciously, and answered two words without
hesitation, "No problem!"
She had confidence in her first draft.
She emailed her first draft to her teacher last night. Her teacher spoke highly of it.
"Well, go ahead with your work." Stanley nodded when he got the answer, and then took a few partners
to the next department.
After that, the group went around in the design department for a while and then left. But Phoebe
suddenly turned her head when she left and coughed slightly in Violet's direction.
Violet didn't know what Phoebe meant, so she ignored it.
Not long after, Kara leaned over, seeming a little uncomfortable, "Violet, do you have tissue?"
"Yes!" Violet passed a box of tissue to Kara.
"Thank you." Kara took a few quickly and ran towards the door.
Seeing Kara in a hurry, Violet shook her head amusedly. Then she picked up a series of first drafts of
her own drawings to scan in front of the printer.
When she finished scanning, Kara came back with extremely pale face.
Violet was taken aback, and quickly put down the first draft, helped Kara sit down, "Kara, are you
alright?"
Kara glanced at the first draft on the table, and then looked away without a trace. She smiled with a
guilty conscience, "It may be that I have eaten something wrong. My stomach hurts so badly. It's
useless to go to the toilet."
"Then I will take you to the infirmary to get some medicine?" Violet suggested.
Kara hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no, no, I can't move now. Violet, can you help me get some
medicine?"
"Okay, Kara, wait for me for a while." Violet saw that Kara was indeed in severe pain, so she did not
refuse. She poured a cup of hot water to Kara, and walked away with her crutches.
Looking at Violet's limping back, an apology flashed across Kara's eyes, but soon the apology was
replaced by firmness.
About ten minutes later, when Violet returned after getting the medicine, Kara was lying on the table
with an uncomfortable expression on her face.
Violet quickly poured out a few pills for her.
Kara took the medicine, but she still cried out, "No, this medicine is useless. It seems that I have to ask
Director Hunt for leave and go back to rest."
Then, she pressed her stomach and walked to Phoebe's office.
After that, Kara did not go to work next day.
It seemed that her illness was very serious.
Looking at Kara's empty position, Violet was thinking about it.
At this moment, the door of the big office was knocked suddenly, "Is Violet here?"
Hearing someone calling her name, Violet immediately came to her senses. Then she stood up from
her position, "I'm here."
Fraser pushed his glasses, "The summit conference has already started. Mr. Murphy asked me to take
you there."
"Okay." Violet replied seriously. Then she picked up the briefcase, carried the computer and walked
towards him.
Seeing her limping, as if she was about to fall down at any time, Fraser still didn’t want her fall though
he was ashamed of her conduct. So he stretched out his hand, "Let me take the computer for you."
"Thank you, Fraser." Violet didn't realize that there was any problem with his attitude. Then she handed
him the computer.
There were scans of very important first drafts in the computer. Now, someone helped her carry the
computer, so she didn't worry about that she would break it.
Soon, they arrived at the meeting room.
Under the guidance of Fraser, Violet sat in a position near the door.
Although her arrival was low-key, it still attracted everyone's attention.
Phoebe was the first to spot her. Looking at the briefcase and computer in front of Violet, a smirk
appeared on Phoebe’s face, but it was fleeting soon.
"Mr. Murphy." Violet looked at the man in the main seat.
"Are you ready?" Stanley raised his eyelids lightly.
Violet nodded.
"Then start." Stanley put his hands on the table and then said lightly.
Violet said okay. Then she took a deep breath, opened the briefcase, and took out a blue file folder
from it.
But as soon as she opened the folder, the expression on her face was frozen, "How could this be!"
"What's the matter?" Seeing Violet's face was wrong, Stanley squinted and asked.
Violet clenched her fists and replied word by word, "My first draft is gone!"
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