Nina Sinclair was standing in front of the huge wall, holding a paintbrush and concentrating seriously on her painting.
She wore an apron, her hair loosely tied at the back of her head, and the apron was stained with colorful paint, looking quite ssy.
The wall in front of her was nearly complete, with only a small area left uncolored.
She was making the final touches, thinking that it should be finished in the next couple of days.
Thinking of this, Nina Sinclair started to daydream.
Suddenly, a feeling of reluctance rose from her heart, not for the mural in front of her, but because she was about to leave Veridia, leave Julian Lancaster.
Unexpectedly, she thought of that man again, and the words she heard last night resurfaced in her mind, making Nina Sinclair frown, hastily suppressing all her emotions.
The top-floor president’s office.
Julian Lancaster was sitting on a leather sofa, holding a ticulously organized docunt, his expression serious, brows tightly knitted.
"President Lancaster, if there are no surprises, Miss Sinclair’s mural should be completed in the next couple of days."
After Felix Ford finished speaking, he looked up at Julian Lancaster.
He saw that Julian was silent, with his frown deepening; Felix knew that perhaps this wasn’t sothing he was happy about, in any case, Julian Lancaster wasn’t too pleased.
After a mont, Julian Lancaster put down the paper in his hand, looked up at Felix Ford, and said, "Is the mural just so simply completed? You supervise it, ensure it reaches the most perfect effect."
Felix Ford’s expression turned slightly stiff.
Soon he wore a mournful look, feeling very aggrieved, wondering why he had to be the bad guy in this?
...
Downstairs, Nina Sinclair was working diligently when suddenly a voice sounded behind her, "Miss Sinclair."
She turned her head and glanced, "Assistant Ford, are you here to check the mural’s progress? It’s almost finished. I’ll work hard to speed up the progress."
Felix Ford was extrely anxious.
Speed up the progress, now Julian Lancaster wanted her to slow down.
Though thinking this way, Felix Ford didn’t show it on his face, he clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Well, Miss Sinclair, you continue painting, I’m just here to take a look, don’t mind ."
Nina Sinclair didn’t think much and went back to her work.
Imrsed in her work, she soon forgot about Felix Ford, unexpectedly when she had just completed coloring a small section, Felix Ford said from behind, "Miss Sinclair, this color is wrong!"
"What?" Nina Sinclair stopped her brush.
She took out her draft and had a look, "It’s not wrong, the draft shows it like this."
"Uh... I misspoke, it’s just that President Lancaster doesn’t like purple, you’d better change it, just... change it to blue."
"Alright."
Nina Sinclair was full of puzzlent and could only remix colors to cover it up.
Unexpectedly, next, if it wasn’t the color that Felix said was wrong, it was that the shape was changed.
No matter how thick-skinned Nina Sinclair was, she detected sothing off; she felt Felix Ford was deliberately targeting her.
At the last ti Felix raised an issue, Nina Sinclair put down her paintbrush.
She looked at Felix Ford and asked, "Assistant Ford, where exactly do you think there is a problem? Why don’t you make it clear all at once, to save from painting and altering repeatedly?"
Felix Ford grinned awkwardly.
It wasn’t that he thought there was a problem; clearly, it’s Julian Lancaster who thought there was a problem!
"Hmm, now it seems there’s no problem, it’s late now, let’s discuss anything further tomorrow."
After saying this, Felix turned and left.
Watching his departing back, Nina Sinclair felt sowhat inexplicable, as if she was being targeted.
Discuss tomorrow?
If Felix Ford continues to make all sorts of tricky demands tomorrow, wouldn’t her mural never be completed?
No way! She must find a way to put an end to this once and for all!
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