Erek pulled up to the gallery, "Boss, I signed you up for a driving course. Everything''s all set. Just


    pop in for the test when you can."


    After all, being in Imperial City was nothing like being in the international warzones. Here, having


    her own wheels was just more convenient.


    Noe was more than capable behind the wheel, and there was no need for her to waste time in


    driving sses. She could knock out all the tests in one go.


    "If you''re driving next time and run into a numbskull like we did earlier, just floor it and send him


    flying!"


    Noe''s voice was cool and detached, "In another ce, he''d be dead."


    It was only because of the ongoing business between the Gruber family and the Schnabel family


    that Walden was still breathing.


    If Walden had encountered Noe out on the front lines, he would''ve been greeted with bullets and


    fists from people of the Obelisk Organization - and those didn''t discriminate!


    Noe stepped into the gallery, her attention immediately drawn to a group of people causing quite


    a ruckus up front.


    Travis, clutching a pile of sketches, red at the intern before him who was practically quivering.


    "I told you to revise this draft; how long has it been? Why isn''t it done?"


    "I''m sorry. I''ve revised it six times already. I didn''t even sleepst night."


    Travis mmed the sketches on the table in front of the intern, his voice rising in anger, "Yourck


    of sleep is your own inefficiency. I told you what to change. You can''t get it right, and you’re ming


    me?"


    "But didn''t you mean the first draft? When I did it that way, you said it wasn''t good."


    "You''re talking back now? The revisions are poor because of your own ipetence. Do you even


    want your internship stipend this month?"


    The intern was on the verge of tears, the injustice of it all shadowing her eyes darkly. She crouched


    down, tears falling as she bowed her head.


    Approaching them, Noe picked up the sketches, "What needs so many revisions?"


    On seeing her, the gallery staff immediately bowed, "Good morning, Ms. Schnabel."


    Travis immediately stered on a sycophantic smile, "Ms. Schnabel, good to see you. This is just a


    minor issue; these interns are ckers, unable to handle even the simplest tasks. You needn''t


    worry."


    Noe looked at the intern, "Got a pen?"


    "Yes, right here!"


    The intern hastily wiped her tears and handed over a pen.


    Efficiently, Noe began to mark the sketch, circling overlooked details, "See, the perspective data


    here is off; you need to subtract from the base number. Change the theme color in this section to


    highlight the artwork better. The figures here should be like this."


    The intern was in awe. How did Ms. Schnabel spot all the issues in just a few minutes?


    Many issues Travis hadn''t noticed, feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint what, wereid


    bare by Ms. Schnabel with a few swift strokes.


    "Do you see these errors, Travis?"


    Travis felt Noe''s piercing gaze and a cold sweat broke out on his back. "Well...Ms. Schnabel, I''m


    not an expert in gallery work."


    "If you''re not an expert, why not delegate these tasks to someone who is? Don’t you think it’s


    irresponsible to dictate professional work with an amateur''s eye?"


    Travis hung his head, caught between shame and embarrassment, "I...I’m sorry, Ms. Schnabel."


    Noe handed the revised sketch back to the intern, her touch warm as she wiped away her tears,


    gentle in her movements.


    "Clear now?"


    "Yes. Thank you, Ms. Schnabel!" The intern was starstruck.


    Ms. Schnabel was not just addressing her in such a gentle tone but was also kind enough to wipe


    away her tears. What kind of angelic boss was this?


    "What''s your name?"


    "Dalia! I just graduated from the art school, started interning here."


    Noe nodded, "I''ll remember that. You have talent in exhibit design. If you have any problems,


    come straight to me."


    "Really? But you''re so busy, Ms. Schnabel!"


    "It''s fine."


    With eyes shining at Noe, Dalia had been working long hours and revising drafts tirelessly, each


    detail scrutinized countless times. Yet Travis was never satisfied, threatening her internship. But


    here was Ms. Schnabel, not only revising her work but also wiping away her tears; she was the


    epitome of kindness.


    Noe spoke calmly, gazing at Dalia, "Take the rest of the day off; go rest. You can''t do your best


    work when you''re not well-rested. You''ll still get paid."


    "Are you sure?"


    "Absolutely."


    As Noe cast a cold nce at Travis, who looked like he wanted to protest, her voice was firm,


    "Travis, my office, now."


    "OK, Ms. Schnabel, but letting her off is against protocol. Maybe we could treat it as time off to be


    made upter."


    "This gallery operates under my rules, right? I said Dalia can go home. Is that not clear?"


    Travis wiped the cold sweat away from his face, "Crystal clear, your word isw."


    Dalia watched Noe lead Travis away, her eyes filled with gratitude. Despite being younger than


    her, Ms. Schnabel was so formidable, so outstanding, and gentle.


    Once the office door closed behind them, Noe''s gaze turned to Travis.


    "I don''t want any exploitation of workers or undue stress in their lives. If you can''t manage your


    professional duties or personal emotions, sort them out beforeing back to work. If you''re not up


    to par, learn. Leave professional tasks to the professionals."


    “I...” Travis struggled to respond.


    The idea of learning was a waste of time to him. Hiring more people meant his power would be


    diluted, and the benefits he reaped would shrink. He had just managed to push Petra out; he


    couldn''t stand to share his authority now.


    And it was just some sketches, after all. Couldn''t he just look at them more closely to find the


    problems? It was all due to the intern''sck of patience. What was wrong with revising a few times?


    N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    Noe''s gaze was as icy as a winter storm, showing no mercy, "Travis, do you really think you''re cut


    out for handling everything?"


    Travis gritted his teeth, "I can handle it, Ms. Schnabel. I just want to save our gallery some money.


    I''ve been in charge of these tasks before, and I''m sure I can do them well in the future. Please, trust


    me."


    With a scoff, Noe rose from her chair and strode out of the office.


    Confused, Travis hurried after her.


    "Ms. Schnabel, isn''t this the exhibition hall we set upst month?"


    "Yes. I recall this was your work, Travis. Petra didn''t have a hand in it."


    Puffing up with pride, Travis dered, "Yes, it was all me. The exhibition hall did quite well, and


    we''ve received some ster reviews from the industry!"


    If only Ms. Schnabel would take a closer look at the exhibit, she''d see Travis''s talent. With Petra


    gone, it was time for him to take the reins, time for the gallery''s power to shift back into his hands.


    Noe surveyed the hall before her, motioning for everyone to clear the area. Her hand rested on


    one of the structural pirs, and with a firm push, the entire exhibition hall copsed before their


    very eyes!


    Travis nearly fainted from shock, "What...what just happened?"


    Noe withdrew her hand, dusting off the debris with an indifferent expression, "Travis, is this the


    well-done exhibition hall you were talking about? It fell apart with a single touch. Even a house of


    cards is sturdier than this!"