Chapter 900 The Post-it Note


    Sheryl narrowed her eyes and paused as she collected her thoughts.


    "I promise, you don''t need to worry about the money. Mr. Su said that the budget is no problem as long


    as you can satisfy him," Dillon hastily interjected.


    I looked at Sheryl with a puzzled look, wondering what she was thinking. "Sher, what''s on your


    mind?"


    Now that she had gone here, Sheryl couldn''t return empty-handed. She finally looked up at Dillon and


    inquired carefully, "Dillon, could you… could you allow me to see the ns of the otherpanies?


    You do have copies of the ns, right?"


    Since Sheryl couldn''t meet Cary directly, she had no choice but to look for clues from otherpanies''


    ns. Maybe by this way she could find somethingmon factor among them that Cary disliked.


    Therefore, she could avoid such unsatisfactory elements in their own n.


    I had contributed a great deal to thepany. Now that she was back now, she thought she should


    do something to lighten the others'' burden, especially I''s. Proposing a satisfactory n would be a


    good start.


    "Uh…" Dillon furrowed his brows, feeling a little awkward because of the unusual request that bordered


    on inappropriate. He, of course, had copies of these ns. Giving them to Sheryl, however, may be


    rather unconventional in themercial field.


    "Don''t worry. I just thought I could use them as references. If you really don''t trust me, I can look at the


    ns under your supervision. I just want to see whether my spection is right or not. Maybe after I


    review those ns, I can find out why Mr. Su was unsatisfied," she exined faintly.


    "Dillon,e on. You should trust us. We''ve already cooperated with each other for a long time," I


    urged Dillon on with a wide smile.


    Hearing what I said, Dillon could only slightly nod his head in agreement. He still added, however, "I


    will agree to your request because I trust you. I can show you the copies. But I have to remind you in


    advance, if this is exposed, I won''t take responsibility."


    I replied with a big smile at his reminder. "Don''t worry. If anything happens, I will take full


    responsibility."


    Given I''s assurance, Dillon went to his office to pick up hisptop. He showed them the folder


    containing the files and let them have it. "These are the otherpanies'' ns. You can look through


    what you want."


    He then sat opposite Sheryl and poured himself a ss of tea as he gestured for Sheryl to proceed


    leisurely.


    Although Dillon said he wouldn''t be responsible, he was still worried that something bad would happen.


    He decided to stay and oversee their actions.


    Sheryl began reviewing thepany ns. From what she knew, thepanies that proposed ns


    were all well-known and reliable in the field, so she wondered why their ns would fail to satisfy Cary.


    As she went through the first n, she admitted that it was good, but she narrowed her eyes as she


    delved further into it.


    Although the activities disyed the luxury image, there was no substantial and novel content. It was


    no wonder that Cary felt unsatisfied.


    From the looks of it, the otherpanies made the same mistake as well. They thought that the activity


    was targeted only at the rich, so their emphasis was only on luxury, while the substance was lost in the


    fanciness.


    After skimming through all the ns, Sheryl knew how to formte a sound n. I also identified


    the aspects that the otherpaniescked, so she looked up at Sheryl and asked to confirm, "So,


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    you know what the main problem is?"


    "I think I''ve spotted the biggest reason why they failed," Sheryl replied confidently.


    Seeing I''s expression, she believed that I must have also realized what the issue was.


    Dillon heard their exchange and cut in, "So, what have you found? Why didn''t the ns get epted?"


    "Dillon," Sheryl addressed him as she closed theptop. She looked at him seriously for a moment


    before continuing, "If possible, I still want to see Mr. Su. I want to discuss my ideas with him."


    "Uh…" Dillon muttered as Sheryl made things difficult for him. He furrowed his brows and turned to I.


    "Ms. Zhao, it''s not that I don''t trust you. But before… before the n is approved, even I wouldn''t dare


    disturb Mr. Su. Because no satisfactory n has been found yet, he''s already feeling disappointed and


    frustrated with me. If I go and request a direct meeting with him at this time, I''m afraid that…"


    "Dillon, if something wrong takes ce, I will take full responsibility. I know I''m twisting your arm here,


    but you just have to arrange a meeting for us to make this n have a higher chance of passing." I


    interrupted before Dillon could refuse again, "I trust Sheryl. If she didn''t have absolute confidence, she


    wouldn''t request to meet Mr. Su like this."


    "Ms. Zhao…" his voice trailed off. He looked at I, a little embarrassed. "It''s not that I don''t want to do


    you a favor. But you put me in an awkward position. Mr. Su is my boss, and I should work for him in


    ordance with his given instructions. So… I''m sorry. I just can''t help you there."


    "You…" I was disappointed at his refusal. Before I could continue, Sheryl put her hand on I''s


    arm to stop her. She shook her head slightly and patted I to pacify her frustration. "It''s fine, let me


    handle it."


    Sheryl always carried post-it notes with her and she felt it was time to put them to use again. She took


    one out and scribbled something down on it, folded it carefully, and handed it to Dillon. In a calm voice,


    she exined, "Dillon, this is my n. Could you hand it over to Mr. Su for me? If he still refuses to see


    me, we will leave at once, and we won''t bother you anymore. How''s that arrangement?"


    "You…" Dillon hesitated for a moment before turning to Sheryl and asking her, "Are you really that


    confident about this?"


    "Yes." She nodded her head firmly.


    Dillon gave the two another nce before he sighed and nodded. "Okay. I''ll try it for Ms. Zhao''s sake,


    but I can''t promise that it will work. If Mr. Su says that he''s not interested in seeing you, I won''t have


    any option but to send you away."


    "Don''t worry," Sheryl reassured him. "If that''s how it turns out, we''ll leave right away."


    After Dillon left to grant their request, I couldn''t help but ask Sheryl softly, "Sher, are you really sure


    about this?"


    Sheryl shook her head slightly and smiled lightly. "Actually, not really. I just have to pretend I''m


    absolutely confident so he does what I ask."


    "Then howe you request that even though you don''t have confidence?" I was dumbfounded at


    Sheryl''s confession.


    Sheryl smiled again and said, "As you once said, just try it. Maybe it''ll work out, right?"


    I''s eyebrows shot up. She didn''t expect that Sheryl would use her own words to persuade her.


    Dillon felt so nervous that he clutched at the note tightly. After much hesitation, he finally knocked on


    Cary''s office door. A calm but stern voice called him from inside. "Come in."


    The secretary nervously opened the office door. Cary looked up at Dillon and inquired, "Oh, Dillon,


    how''s the ning along? The proposals you handed in before didn''t meet the demands at all.


    Have you found other qualified advertisingpanies?"


    "Yes, Mr. Su, I came here to give you this," he replied, almost in cold sweat. He looked at his boss and


    said carefully, "Mr. Shen rmended apany to us. Do you remember the one he mentioned that


    sessfully organized an activity recently? You raved about it. It''s the samepany I''m about to


    introduce to you."