Louis chatted idly as he led Qiao Mo to an office.
"Everyone, please pay attention. This is our new fashion designer. I’ve already introduced her to everyone before." As soon as Louis appeared, the entire floor quieted down, and many eyes fell on Qiao Mo.
Indeed, Louis had introduced her to them before she arrived, but no one expected the new designer to turn out to be Qiao Mo.
For a mont, various gazes focused on Qiao Mo.
After all, the rumors about her hadn’t stopped lately.
First, there were accusations of plagiarism at Fashion Week, then being stood up at her wedding.
It’s safe to say, Qiao Mo has occupied quite a bit of the news space recently.
Observing the expressions on everyone’s faces, Louis spoke again: "I believe everyone has already recognized that the designer beside is Qiao Mo. But everyone knows the company’s rules: I don’t care what thoughts or opinions you have—if this affects your work, don’t bla for being impolite."
Louis’s words were reasonably polite, likely because he grew up abroad; so though he was straightforward, he didn’t emanate arrogance, more like a leader.
In comparison, Fu Nancheng, who was always domineering and authoritative, seed more like a dictator.
With soone leading the way, many people began to applaud, expressing their welco to Qiao Mo.
Louis nodded to her and took her into an office.
Qiao Mo glanced around; the office was spacious, with a great view outside the window, and all designing and tailoring items were fully equipped and neatly arranged.
"Since I wasn’t sure what tools you’re used to, I chose so more common ones. If you need anything else, you can contact the administration departnt through the secretary, and they’ll prepare whatever tools you prefer."
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont: "There’s even a secretary?"
"Of course, there are four designers on this floor, each equipped with a secretary and six assistants."
Following Louis’s gesture, Qiao Mo saw that the entire floor was vast, yet distinctly divided into zones.
As he said, each designer was equipped with a secretary and six assistants.
"There’s a rest area inside the office; take a look." With that, Louis opened a heavy wooden door.
He turned on the light.
The lighting in the rest area was a warm yellow, equipped with a private bathroom and toilet, a soft single bed, a small wardrobe, and a fridge with air conditioning.
It wasn’t large, just under a dozen square ters, but very simple and clean.
"The employee benefits here are just too good," Qiao Mo couldn’t help but comnt.
"The cafeteria als are pretty good too, after all, to keep an employee’s heart, you have to keep their stomach first." Louis joked.
After talking with him for a while, Qiao Mo felt a lot better.
She walked into the rest area, looking around, and reached out to touch a pink soft cushion on the bed.
Seemingly mory foam design, the surface was pale pink velvet, very comfortable to the touch.
"My mom made this; she’s been making it for over half a month and just finished yesterday. I brought it over this morning; originally, I thought of putting it on the chair, but I wasn’t sure if you’d like it." Louis explained.
"Aunt Xu, right?" Qiao Mo was slightly startled.
"Yes, that’s right."
Feeling warmth in her heart, Qiao Mo took the cushion out and placed it on her chair, softly saying: "Just right, my back hasn’t been great lately."
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