When Florienna Ellis ca earlier, she had specifically inquired whether Charlotte Thompson would be in the office during this tifra.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have volunteered to help Coco with sothing like this.
After all, the last thing she wanted right now was to see Charlotte’s face.
Adjusting her expression, Florienna reached out to knock on Charlotte Thompson’s office door. Even though she knew no one would respond from inside, she still made sure to do the superficial work.
Then, Florienna pushed the door open and stepped inside Charlotte’s office cautiously, glancing around. Only after confirming there was no trace of anyone in the office did she let out a breath of relief.
Turning to take in the office space, Florienna couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy in her eyes.
Look at her, squeezed into that cramped workstation every day, while Charlotte got to enjoy such a lavish office all to herself. How could Florienna possibly feel at ease with that?
But soon, Florienna sneered and muttered to herself, "So what? Another day, and you’ll be kicked out of here."
Florienna casually slapped the folder onto Charlotte’s desk, wandered leisurely around the room, and eventually plopped herself down into Charlotte’s office chair, spinning it a few tis.
It was then that Florienna caught sight of the design table not far away. She imdiately stood up and hurried over.
As expected, the design table was covered with plenty of design sketches. Seeing this, Florienna quickly searched through them, specifically looking for the designs related to the Worsen project.
Soon enough, she found several sketches marked with the Worsen brand logo. Most were drafts—nothing but rough outlines and general thes, with no detailed refinents added.
Florienna’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. She promptly pulled out her phone and began taking quick photos of the sketches.
"They’re just average designs, nothing special!"
Florienna scoffed under her breath. After ensuring she had photographed every single sketch, she glanced at her phone, feeling utterly satisfied, and finally left Charlotte’s office.
Turning back to look at the door of Charlotte’s office, she noticed the plaque above still labeled "Design Director." Florienna snickered to herself.
Once she beca the company’s Vice President, she swore she’d turn this place into a public restroom.
Feeling thoroughly pleased with herself, Florienna turned around—only to discover Charlotte was standing right behind her. The sudden sight drained her face of color, and she almost let out a scream.
She stumbled backward several steps before barely regaining her composure.
Wasn’t Charlotte supposed to be out of the office right now? Why had she suddenly co back?
Florienna could feel her heart pounding uncontrollably. Had Charlotte seen her leaving the office just now?
"Miss... Miss Thompson..."
Florienna forced a smile, pulling at the corners of her lips in an attempt to appear cheerful, but the tension within her made her unable to control her expression properly.
Charlotte gazed coldly at Florienna, her scrutinizing stare cutting into Florienna like a knife, making her feel utterly uncomfortable from head to toe.
"Why are you here? Were you trying to get into my office?"
Charlotte demanded bluntly.
Hearing these words, Florienna couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It seed Charlotte hadn’t seen her stepping out of the office.
"Miss Thompson, I was looking for you. I knocked, but there was no response from inside, so I didn’t go in."
Florienna replied quickly, though her answer only drew a suspicious look from Charlotte.
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