During dinner, Nina Sinclair was absentmindedly poking at her bowl, listless and clearly lacking appetite.
Julian Lancaster glanced at her, concerned, and asked, "What’s wrong? Sothing on your mind?"
Nina Sinclair said, "My mural is almost finished, but today Assistant Ford kept picking on . I suspect he’s doing it on purpose."
Julian Lancaster nodded.
He thought for a mont and said nonchalantly, "Could it be that there’s really sothing wrong with your mural?"
"How is that possible? I follow the draft strictly. At first, I even thought there was a problem and made changes according to his suggestions, but then he kept saying more and more ridiculous things like the colors are wrong, the shapes are wrong..."
Nina Sinclair’s face was full of indignation, and the more she thought about it, the more it seed off.
She even started to suspect if it was an order from above, wasn’t Felix Ford’s superior President Lancaster?
Could it really be him?
But that day President Lancaster seed pretty reasonable, not like that kind of person at all.
Hearing Nina Sinclair’s complaints, Julian Lancaster’s eyes flickered slightly.
He shalessly said, "Then if you make the changes he suggested, there should be no problem, right."
"Who says so!" Nina Sinclair exclaid, "He said he would co again tomorrow to keep an eye on things. I suspect he must have plenty more bizarre requests..."
After saying this, she looked at Julian Lancaster and asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to handle this kind of situation?"
"..." Faced with Nina Sinclair’s questioning gaze, Julian Lancaster finally coughed lightly and said, "Why don’t you make out the modification requests with him?"
"Yes! How did I not think of that!" The worry on Nina Sinclair’s face instantly disappeared, replaced by joy.
Seeing her happy expression, Julian Lancaster couldn’t feel happy at all.
It was his idea to have Felix Ford find a way to keep Nina Sinclair around longer, but in the end, he was the one who helped solve her problem.
With the issue perfectly resolved, Nina Sinclair felt like eating.
She thoughtfully picked dishes for Julian Lancaster, encouraging him to eat more.
The next day.
With Julian Lancaster’s guidance, Nina Sinclair had made plenty of preparations. When Felix Ford arrived, she greeted him warmly and graciously.
"Assistant Ford, you’re here."
Felix Ford looked at Nina Sinclair suspiciously.
Yesterday, Nina Sinclair seed so gloomy, but today she looks confident, could sothing have happened?
After a mont, Felix Ford looked up at the mural, pretending to inspect it, then casually offered his opinions.
Nina Sinclair listened quietly until he finished, then cheerfully took out paper and pen and wrote down every point he made, word for word.
After writing, she looked up at Felix Ford and asked, "Assistant Ford, are there any more requests? I’ll note them all down."
"..."
"If there are no more issues, please sign here."
After finishing, Nina Sinclair handed the paper to Felix Ford.
Felix Ford’s eyes widened, staring dumbfoundedly at the paper Nina Sinclair handed over, not reacting for a long ti, completely unexpected that she would do this.
Sign?
Doesn’t that an unless he raises all issues at once now, he can’t bring up any more requests or suggestions after this?
Felix Ford nearly choked in frustration.
Seeing his stunned expression, Nina Sinclair thoughtfully asked, "Assistant Ford, do you have any other issues?"
"No, none," Felix Ford replied with a forced smile.
In the end, he could only sign his na.
"Thank you, Assistant Ford, for your cooperation." In a happy mood, Nina Sinclair put away the paper and pen and continued her painting work.
Thanks to Julian Lancaster’s suggestion, otherwise, she might have continued to be tornted and miserably revising the mural.
She decided to treat Julian Lancaster to so extra chicken drumsticks tonight.
Having no room to maneuver, Felix Ford could only leave dejectedly.
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