Chapter 95


    The next day, Charlotte arrived at thepany early in the morning. Before she even sat down, she


    was informed an emergency meeting was to be held.


    "Why do you think there''s a meeting so early in the morning? Can''t they let us have a good rest?"


    Quincyined to her colleague irritatedly. She deliberately nudged Charlotte with her elbow


    when she walked past her.


    "Ah! I''m sorry, it was an ident."


    Quincy covered the corner of her mouth with her hand and looked surprised. She sneered at


    Charlotte''s coffee-stained clothes and left.


    "Are you all right? Do you need to ask Director Emerson for a leave to go home and change your


    clothes?"


    Her colleague, who was trembling with fear, suddenly felt a sense of pity for Charlotte.


    "I''m fine. Let''s go."


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    Charlotte watched coldly as Quincy left. She simply used a paper towel to dry her clothes.


    Fortunately, she was wearing a ck pantsuit, so nobody could see the stain on her clothes without


    looking carefully.


    "Lottie, sit over here."


    ine saw the white stain on Charlotte''s clothes as she walked over, she couldn''t help but chuckle.


    "The Emerson Corporation might not be as big as the Fuller Group. But it''s still a pioneer enterprise.


    As its chief designer, you''d manage to mess yourself up this way."


    Charlotte just nced at her coldly. She casually chose a seat far away from ine and sat down.


    ine rolled her eyes and forced herself to suppress the anger in her heart. However, she


    remained a poker face.


    "Since everyone is here, I''ll make the announcement now." ine purposely paused for a few


    seconds. Her gaze swept across the faces of the staff from the Department of Design and finally


    landed on Charlotte. She continued, "I''m sure everyone knows about the famous Mr. Mrit?"


    "Of course we''ve heard of him. He is the talk of the design world. I''ve also heard that he''s here to


    find the perfect design."


    Quincy exined arrogantly as if to show off her intelligence.


    "Yes, that''s him. Now the Emerson


    Corporation needs a design on the frontlines. You will have one day to work on it. Who is willing to


    take on this task?"


    ine nced at everyone calmly, shaking her right leg, as if she was waiting for an answer.


    There was a dead silence in the room, even Quincy, who was eager to unt her expertise just now,


    shut up.


    A few minutester, ine turned to look at Charlotte who was opposite her and pretended to be


    gentle and asked, "Lottie, do you think you can do it?"


    "She''s the Chief designer. Of course, it wouldn''t be a problem. How can people who know nothing


    like us gain Mr. Writ''s recognition?"


    As soon as Quincy finished her words, she noticed a pair of cold eyes on her.


    "Quincy, if I''m not wrong, your major is design in college, right? But now, you''re saying you know


    nothing about it. Does the Emerson Corporation just hire anyone from the streets?"


    Her words made Quincy swallow back her words and a hint of embarrassment shed through her


    eyes.


    ine''s face was dark as well. After all, she was the one that brought Quincy into thepany. She


    had several of her own people in each department.


    "Since Charlotte isn''t willing to ept it, then..."


    Before ine could finish her words, she was interrupted by Charlotte, who had a stony expression


    on her face.


    "Who says I don''t want to do it?" Charlotte nced at Quincy, who looked ufortable, and


    continued, "I don''t want to be ridiculed by others and I won''t force myself to do something I don''t


    want to."


    Charlotte chose to take on this thorny project because she wanted to lead the Emerson Corporation


    even further.


    "Alright."


    ine stood up with a smile. The corners of her mouth quirked up into a faint smile. She walked


    towards Charlotte''s side and said, "I hope you can help the Emerson Corporation do better."


    "Of course."


    Charlotte red back at her coldly. Then, she stood up and left.


    "Director Emerson, look at her. I''d like to see what she cane up with!"


    "Let''s call it a day."


    ine said slowly to the group of people in the room and left the meeting room.


    When Charlotte returned to her office, she immediately isted herself from the rest of the people


    and started to work on herputer.


    Her phone was vibrating constantly but Charlotte just ignored it and continued with her work.


    "Charlotte, your phone is ringing..."


    Her colleagues kindly reminded her


    "She heard it. She doesn''t need you to remind her? You can mind your own business, don''t disturb


    her great works she thinks..."


    "Shut up."


    Charlotte red at Quincy with a cold face.


    "How dare you!"


    Quincy had no choice but to shut her mouth obediently under everyone''s gaze. She was so furious


    she stormed to the tea room in exasperation.


    Time slowly passed, a few eyes kept ncing at the clock while others worked frustratingly on their


    projects.


    "It''s finally time to get off work."


    "Charlotte, aren''t you leaving?"


    Her colleagues asked with a puzzled face while stretching his arms backwards.


    "You go first. I want to finish this."


    Charlotte was still not satisfied as she looked at the designs in her hands.


    The employees in thepany left one after another. Soon, the sun started to set.


    After some time, Charlotte finally lifted her head from the pile of work. She was shocked when she


    saw it was dark outside.


    "This is bad, I still have to call Sheryl..."


    Charlotte packed the stacks of design anxiously and stashed them in her bag. Then she walked out


    of the design department on the third floor.


    The empty building made Charlotte shiver slightly.


    It was only eight o''clock, but no one was working overtime...


    "What''s going on?"


    Charlotte looked at the locked door and knocked on the heavy ss door. There was no one else


    except her.


    Was she going to spend the night there?


    "Is anyone here?"


    Charlotte patted on the door frame with all her strength. Suddenly, she took out her phone from her


    bag.


    "I''m sorry, but the number you are calling is unavable. Please call againter..."


    A woman''s automatic response rang out from the phone and Charlotte helplessly shook her head.


    "Sure enough, men are unreliable!"


    At this moment, Shane stood before the enormous window looking out.


    "Achoo!"


    Shane was on the phone discussing affairs of hispany branch in M country. His sudden sneeze


    made the look in his cold eyes seem even more intense.


    "Charlotte, do you even still remember me?"


    Charlotte called another number she could memorize from heart It seemed she had already


    expected to be answered by her deafening voice and moved her phone away in time.


    "Sorry, I was at work."


    "Humph, tell me, what do you want?"


    Anne snorted haughtily.


    "My phone would die soon. If Sheryl calls you, just tell her I''m at your ce. Can you help cover


    me? You''re the best!"


    Charlotte suddenly spoke with a hint of coquetry.


    "Stop!" Anne frowned doubtfully. She nced at the leaves falling around and continued, "Where


    are you? Are you at the Emerson family?"


    "Tell me the truth!" Anne crossed her arms around her chest in an imposing manner.