Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson had originally planned to pick up the children and take them to the hospital after work, but things didn’t go as planned. The manuscript that Charlotte Thompson had passed for inspection at the design departnt indeed had so problems.
So, it wasn’t just Charlotte Thompson, the entire design departnt had to stay behind and work overti to revise the work.
As a result, taking the children for their health check-up was out of the question, and Charlotte Thompson could only contact Jasmine Clarkson to arrange for soone to pick up the children and take them back.
Actually, Jasmine Clarkson had wanted to take the children directly to the hospital, but in this matter, Charlotte Thompson still preferred to be with the children herself.
Charlotte Thompson looked at the manuscript in front of her and couldn’t help but sigh; just then, her phone, lying beside her, rang.
Charlotte Thompson glanced at it, and to her surprise, it was Vincent.
"Hello, Vincent?" Charlotte Thompson was a bit taken aback, not expecting Vincent to call her.
"Did I disturb you?" Vincent asked.
"No, what’s up?" Charlotte Thompson checked the remaining manuscripts and sorted out which parts needed revision.
"I rember you had scheduled a health check-up for the kids today, is there anything I can help with?"
Vincent glanced around the examination room but didn’t see Charlotte Thompson.
"I’m sorry to trouble you. It’s just that I have to work overti today, so I couldn’t take the kids. I’m afraid we’ll have to reschedule," Charlotte Thompson replied.
At that mont, soone from the design departnt knocked on the door and ca in.
"Miss Thompson, here is the revised manuscript for you to check again."
"Then I won’t disturb you at work anymore, goodbye." Vincent, on the other end of the line, hearing the voice from Charlotte’s side, took the initiative to hang up the call.
He sat on the chair, pressed his phone on a stack of docunts on the desk, covering a na on top.
...
On the other side, Charlotte Thompson took the manuscript from the design departnt, scanned it quickly, and imdiately frowned.
"Why didn’t you make the changes as I instructed?" Charlotte Thompson pointed at the annotations on the design draft.
The young designer who had submitted the draft didn’t seem the least nervous, even after hearing Charlotte’s serious tone.
"I did make the changes as you asked," the young girl blinked, looking innocent.
"Where? Didn’t I say that this layout was wrong? Why then did you give it back to completely unchanged?"
Charlotte Thompson was usually gentle, but when it ca to work, she would be fully focused and much stricter.
"Changing the layout so much would be the sa as redesigning it, and there’s no ti left," the girl still insisted confidently.
"No ti?"
Charlotte Thompson glanced at the ti on her watch, a wry smile on her lips, "We have sixteen hours before the final production at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. I think there’s plenty of ti."
"Are you saying I should work all night?" the girl stiffened, unable to help but retort.
"I told you two days ago not to use this layout, and now you haven’t made any changes at all. If you need to work all night, where do you think the problem lies?"
Charlotte Thompson’s voice grew colder as she spoke, clearly frustrated with the situation after having already inford the design departnt ahead of ti.
Charlotte Thompson felt that she had beco much more patient; faced with such an issue, she could still manage to speak smoothly and pleasantly, whereas in the past, her school counselor might have scolded her for hours on end.
The girl clutched her draft, looking at Charlotte Thompson with so resentnt.
However, Charlotte Thompson couldn’t be bothered to look at her again, instead turning to review the confird design drafts on the computer.
"I rember, you were recomnded to join the company by Designer Chen, right?"
Upon hearing Charlotte’s words, the girl’s expression stiffened, and then, dropping her head, she murmured, "I’ll go back and make the revisions..."
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