She just sighed, nodded, and said, "Right, well then you focus on the necklace design. I’ll turn down the show right away."
With that, she got up, sneaked a glance at the door like a thief, confird that Justin wasn’t back yet, and tiptoed towards the exit.
"So you’re leaving just like that?" Charlotte arched an eyebrow, handed her the folder, and said, "The docunts are still here."
But Coco just waved it off, saying, "Just leave it here. It’s no use to . I’ll get going first, Charlotte."
Her voice hushed, Coco t Charlotte’s amused gaze, and asked in confusion, "Charlotte, why are you laughing?"
The latter gave a sly glance behind Coco and said, "Turn around and see for yourself."
As if anticipating sothing, Coco felt a twinge in her heart. She turned around nervously, her worst fears confird when she saw Justin Battleson stepping in through the door.
Nervously, she took a step towards the door, swallowed hard, and said, "Hello, Mr. Battleson."
Before Justin could even look at her, she darted out the door as if her life depended on it.
Justin had been adjusting his sleeves. His gaze t an empty white blur, and he turned to Charlotte, bemused, "What on earth was that?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh, "My little assistant."
She raised an eyebrow, "She’s been traumatized ever since you scolded her."
At her words, Justin strode forward with a smirk and sat down at his desk, innocently asking, "Am I really that terrifying?"
Charlotte just shrugged, not saying a word.
Whether he was terrifying or not didn’t matter because he would see for himself, wouldn’t he?
Charlotte looked down, her gaze falling on a docunt lying quietly on the desk. Sighing lightly, she closed the file and casually placed it in a corner of the desk.
That corner was usually filled with unnecessary papers. She always had a habit of organizing similar items together.
Picking up her design sketch, she began to examine it closely, biting her pen in thought.
The initial necklace design was mostly complete, but it seed to lack sothing.
She thought about how she could make it perfect or give it the finishing touch.
Her train of thought was interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at her phone lying on the table, then picked it up.
The call display showed an unfamiliar number.
She wrinkled her eyebrows and swiped the screen to answer.
Before she could utter a word, an unfamiliar man’s voice on the other end started speaking tentatively.
"Hello? Is this Miss Thompson?"
At these words, Charlotte paused, wrinkling her nose, and asked, "Yes, that’s . Who’s this?"
"Well, Miss Thompson," the man began sounding rather chummy, "We’re from ’The Birth of Beautiful Clothes’. We received a call from your assistant who said you weren’t willing to appear on our program – is that right?"
At his words, Charlotte realized that this was the call from the TV show crew. They must have gotten her number from her assistant.
She paused slightly, then replied, "Due to so personal reasons, I don’t have the spare ti to participate. I apologize."
Without uttering another word, she rejected their offer and decisively hung up. She switched off her phone and plunged back into her battle with the design sketch with full concentration.
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