Next One Is a Babe

Chapter 2163

If my design draft is shortlisted this time, I believe our sales will grow further in the future. Cindy grabbed her design draft as soon as she got back and skimmed through the requirements stated on the purchasing orders. Nonetheless, she quickly realized she couldn't deliver what she intended due to the lack of specificity in the requirements, which sounded general and vague. After all, she believed everyone had a different definition of what might seem right to them, and that made it hard for her to determine a moderate extent of formality in her masterpiece when she was requested to look into that. If my design draft is shortlisted this time, I believe our sales will grow further in the future. Cindy grabbed her design draft as soon as she got back and skimmed through the requirements stated on the purchasing orders. Nonetheless, she quickly realized she couldn't deliver what she intended due to the lack of specificity in the requirements, which sounded general and vague. After all, she believed everyone had a different definition of what might seem right to them, and that made it hard for her to determine a moderate extent of formality in her masterpiece when she was requested to look into that.

Cindy took a deep breath and pondered for a few moments before she finally began to get on with her work. As a workaholic, she tended to overlook everything that was going on around her as soon as she entered focus mode. After finishing the structure of her drawing, she went on to work on the details. Without warning, someone appeared to be wheeling a chair toward Cindy, but she was too engrossed with her work to notice that. Instead, she only knitted her eyebrows and continued drawing without looking at the chair.

Soon, someone approached Cindy and glimpsed her for a while before asking, "Someone was looking at you by the door just now. Was she a friend?"

It was at that moment when Cindy snapped out of her trance and shifted her gaze to the door, only to realize there was no sign of anyone there. "Who was looking at me?" She turned her attention back to

the lady.

The lady shook her head in response. "I don't know her either, but it seems she is the new designer hired not long ago. She overshot the door when she walked past it earlier, but then, she came back and kept her eyes locked on you. So, I thought you two knew each other." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"It beats me too." Cindy couldn't think of anyone who could be watching her at the door. After all, she didn't think it was something important anyway because whoever was staring at her would have entered and told her about it if it was. Well, maybe it's nothing really important even if we may know each other. Cindy dismissed her confusion and continued drawing.

The lady then fixed her gaze on the papers in Cindy's hands with a bitter look on her face. "You're such a smart lady. Although you're still new around here, Miss Warhol has already assigned you to work on our purchasing orders. Back in our time, we didn't have that kind of chance until we were deemed to be veterans."

After hearing those words, Cindy wasn't sure whether the lady was complimenting her talent or mocking her for pulling a few strings before she got the job. When Cindy responded indifferently, the lady eventually lost interest in their chat and wheeled her chair back to her desk. After that, Cindy let out a helpless sigh, finally understanding how complicated workplace politics could be. Deep down, she knew she would be bound to discrimination for using her connections to get her job, no matter how capable and talented she might be. Therefore, she wasted no time changing other people's opinions and focused on adapting to her new job.

As soon as she ended the conversation with her colleague, Cindy continued to spend the rest of her afternoon finishing her job. Although she didn't have to take the entire afternoon to complete her drawing, her perfectionism and desire to deliver the best quality compelled her to spend more time on

her task than necessary.

Even when it was time to leave work, she was still glued to her office chair, working on her design draft. In the meanwhile, while some of her colleagues were still at their desks to work overtime, the rest had already packed their belongings and headed home. Like her colleagues who were working overtime, Cindy stayed in her seat and repeatedly looked at her drawing to find details she could amend. When she was finally done with her work, she looked up and saw someone by the door, recognizing Lucy's face.

On the other hand, Lucy, who was gazing at Cindy, smiled at the latter when their eyes met. However, her presence wasn't exactly uplifting to Cindy, who found Lucy detestably annoying. After all, she reckoned she had made herself clear about what she thought to Lucy during lunch earlier that day. Seriously? I thought you could read between the lines since we're all working adults, but… It looks like I was mistaken. In that instant, Cindy lost her mood to amend her drafts and put them back into her briefcase, whereupon she tidied up her work desk and left.