At the end of his sentence, Charlotte Thompson was slightly surprised, then a feeling of warmth washed over her heart.
Was he worried she would be bullied in the design departnt?
Justin Battleson really underestimated her.
When she first joined the company and defeated Cindy, who did not fear her?
A hint of a smile crept up the corners of her mouth, she shook her head, and said, "Don’t worry, I’m not an easy pushover. Today’s incident happened only because I didn’t want to argue. It won’t happen again."
Upon hearing her words, Justin lost his composure and chuckled.
Suppressing the impulse to pinch her face, Justin laughed again and said, "No, it’s because the design departnt’s etings are not instructive at all. You would have a better hands-on experience at the general etings."
After hearing that, Charlotte was thoughtful for a second.
Indeed, while she had made a na for herself in design during her ti at Ashton, she knew almost nothing about anything else.
If she could learn many things she had never seen before at the general etings, why wouldn’t she go?
Nodding in agreent, Charlotte said with a smile, "Alright, I’ll go get my stuff now."
She reached her desk, casually grabbed a eting record book and two pens. When the ti ca, she followed Justin into the eting room, one behind the other.
The eting room was already filled with people, leaving only the main seat and a seat closest to it.
Charlotte pursed her lips as she took a seat.
The corners of Justin’s eyes darkened slightly, and he introduced, "As you may all know, this is Charlotte, our most promising designer who can take on important tasks, a genius designer, who happens to be the Chief Designer at Ashton, Joy."
With the na Joy, she was more than qualified to attend the general eting.
Applause filled the room, and Charlotte stood up, smiling gently as she nodded her head before sitting back down.
There was not a single flaw in her deanor.
A woman in white professional attire took the lead, standing in front of the big screen with a stack of docunts, calmly starting to report on the work progress.
Everyone here was a new face, and they were engrossed in their work. Charlotte listened attentively and was soon engrossed as well.
As she opened the record book to write sothing down, she didn’t notice the pens she had placed on it. The pens began to roll uncontrollably on the smooth tabletop as she moved, and then made a very faint "pop" sound.
Charlotte could sense the pen had fallen next to her foot.
She raised her eyebrows, and subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but before her hand could touch the pen, she found that a large hand had already picked it up.
The fingers were long and slender, deftly flipping the pen but he made no move to return it to Charlotte.
Charlotte frowned and reflexively followed the direction of the hand to look up, encountering a magnified handso face. Then, a warm sensation, like that of a dragonfly lightly touching water, passed through her cheek.
A sense of mischief flashed in the man’s eyes as he pecked her on her porcelain-white cheek.
Startled, Charlotte sat up straight like a jolt had gone through her. She turned to see Justin calmly adjusting his sleeves, a hint of satisfaction on his lips.
Charlotte’s face turned crimson. Keeping her emotions in check, she extended her hand and her voice was very soft.
"Give back my pen."
Upon hearing this, the man readily returned the pen to her.
Charlotte fondled the pen, which was still warm, and it took her quite a while to recover.
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