Chapter 143
Izabe went to the Windham Group early in the morning to do the onboarding process to take over
the Starry Brilliance Ind project, and spent the morning talking with Liam before holding a
meeting in the afternoon.
Izabe hadn''t been to work for almost half a year, Liam thought she wouldn''t be able to adapt right
away, but he didn''t expect her to sort out the n they had prepared for several months in just a few
hours.
All that can be said is, she really deserves to be President Windham''s woman.
Izabe was wearing an professional outfit, with a shirt and a wrap-around half skirt entuating
her slender figure, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail, exuding both professionalism and
femininity.
When everyone arrived, Izabe took her seat at the head of the table, swept her eyes over those
present, and said, "Let''s get started."
The meetingsted two hours, and Izabe hadn''t worked at this intensity for a long time. She had
been busy from morning till 5 p.m., only managing to take a few bites of her lunch, and now she
was both parched and a bit hungry.
Izabe had no choice but to end the meeting, overturning several design ideas and requesting
reworks, as well as assigning people to conduct market research.
The Starry Brilliance Ind project wasrge in scale, and in addition to the main amusement park,
other attractions such as a food court needed to be created. There were many opportunities to be
taken advantage of, and if done well, there was no chance of losing money.
After the meeting, Liam told Izabe, "Ms. Salotti, President Windham is waiting for you in his
office."
As she twirled her pen and looked at theputer, Izabe didn''t even raise her head and asked,
"What''s he waiting for?"
Liam reminded her, "Of course he''s waiting for you to go home. It''s time to get off work, Ms. Salotti."
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Izabe replied emotionlessly, "I''ll work a little longer. If you have anything urgent, you can leave
first."
As an assistant, how could Liam leave before his boss? Deep down, he felt like Izabe was setting
him up.
Besides, Brett had asked him to "assist" Izabe, which actually meant handling the entire project.
Liam curiously nced at herputer screen to see what she was busy with, but his expression
stiffened when he saw the content.
"Ms. Salotti, the Felton Group isn''t on our list of partners."
"Well, it is now," she replied, as the decision maker for the project; she would decide who to partner
withter on.
It was because of her that Presley was sent abroad and that the Felton Group suffered heavy
losses and was on the verge of bankruptcy. She had to make amends.
Izabe looked stubborn and Liam knew that there was no point discussing it further. He watched
her call the Felton Group to make an appointment.
The appointment was set for 9 a.m. the next day at the Felton Group office.
It was unheard of for the Windham Group to actively visit a potential partner for cooperation.
Izabe was determined to make the partnership happen and sign a legal contract as quickly as
possible. Only then would she feel at ease.
After hanging up the phone, it was almost six o''clock. Izabe packed up herputer and checked
her phone. There were a few messages from Brett asking her when she would get off work so they
could go home together.
As Izabe walked out of the office in her high heels, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness from the
rxation after the tense work. Her body was now difficult to adapt to. It sometimes was hot,
sometimes was cold, stirred with goose bumps, and she could feel the subtle pain as the fabric
rubbed against her flesh.
She frowned slightly and sent a message to Brett: "I''ming downstairs."
"I''ll be waiting for you at the parking lot."
Brett parked his car in the most conspicuous spot. He leaned against the car door, smoking a
cigarette, the smoke drifting away in wisps. When he saw Izabe, he instinctively pinched out the
cigarette, ignoring the pain in his fingertips and threw it into the trash bin.