On the other side, in the conference room.
The routine eting proceeded as usual, Justin Battleson was the last to arrive, and he glanced around the room.
Everyone had arrived on ti, only the chair next to the main seat was still empty.
Justin Battleson’s gaze lightly skimd over the vacant chair, his eyes pausing briefly for a few seconds, then he reached out and took a hefty stack of docunts from Michael Richard’s hands.
Placing them on the table, he signaled the start of the eting.
Everyone exchanged glances, all eyes eventually settling on the lone empty seat.
On the other side, a man with glasses spoke with so confusion, "Mr. Battleson, Designer Thompson..."
Before he could finish, Justin Battleson raised his hand to signal him to stop, then spoke in a deep voice, "Designer Thompson won’t be coming today. Let’s begin."
As his words fell, the man beside him nodded slightly, then stood up and pushed a bundle of proposals to Justin Battleson, adjusting his glasses as he continued, "Mr. Battleson, these are all the design proposals from the design departnt this quarter. I’ve sifted through them all, and what’s left are relatively the better ones."
He paused briefly, saying, "Mr. Battleson, please have a look."
At this, Justin Battleson nodded and picked up the topmost file. After giving it a cursory glance, he placed it to one side, a few seconds later, he opened the second file.
Lowering his gaze, he saw a few large characters on the first page.
Designer: Charlotte Thompson.
A slight pause, a hint of an indefinable look flashed in his eyes, and then he closed the docunt with a flick of his slender fingers.
Without even a glance, he bypassed this proposal.
Opposite, the design departnt manager raised his eyebrows slightly, looking sowhat surprised at this action.
He had seen Charlotte’s proposal. It was definitely the most exquisite and outstanding amongst the stack of docunts.
But in seeing just a na, Justin Battleson had skipped over it entirely.
Of course, as the newly appointed design departnt manager, he was not in a position to say anything and was only left watching Justin Battleson flip through file after file, a hint of impatience crossing his eyes.
Charlotte’s proposal sat separately, with a gust of wind blowing in from outside, the docunt cover turned over, revealing Charlotte’s na within sight of everyone.
Anyone with decent eyesight could see these few words.
Not long after, Justin Battleson had finished reviewing all the proposals. He nodded, signaled for Michael Richard to pick up the docunts, and said, "These proposals can all pass."
Just as he finished speaking, he paused slightly, his gaze falling on the lone proposal of Charlotte’s on the table, he pondered for a few seconds before saying, "This one still has so shortcomings, take it back to the original designer for revision."
At his words, the design departnt manager paused, speaking up largely out of reflex, "Mr. Battleson, this is Designer Thompson’s proposal."
Having said that, the man made a slight quizzical raising of his eyebrows, speaking, "I know. And?"
The design departnt manager was taken aback.
Who is Designer Thompson Charlotte? She is the Joy of Ashton, the ceiling of the design industry.
Even if there were people who didn’t like her in the past, no one ever doubted her design talent.
Yet now, Justin Battleson was approving all the other proposals while blocking Joy’s.
What kind of move was this?
The design departnt manager was left at a loss for words, only able to pick up the proposal and nod, his voice resigned, "Alright Mr. Battleson, I will have Designer Thompson revise it."
Not just him, the eyes of the people all around possessed different reactions, each beginning to guess at what was happening.
Firstly, Charlotte was absent from the eting, and then there was Justin Battleson targeting her proposal.
Could it be that there was so friction between these two?
People peered with probing eyes at the man seated in the main seat, his face revealing no emotions as if nothing had happened, leaving them baffled.
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