Free Web NovelChapter 200: Take A Look At The Drawings First
Jill immediately refused, "No way! I am sending you to the hospital right now."
Wendy reprimanded her with a commanding tone, "This is an office. I am your leader! I want you to send me to the meeting now."
"But Wendy..."
Before Jill could finish her sentence, Wendy cut her off, "The drawings are done. We only need to see the collaborator. It should not tire my eyes. Plus, I can take a quick nap in the car. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine."
"But..."
"Stop with the buts. We are only meeting the collaborators. It will only take an hour or two to see if we can successfully convince them. I will head to the hospital right after meeting with the collaborator. It is very important to MC. If DR got the case, half of our five billion dollars would be down the drain."
"I’ll go then. I’ll go on your behalf," Jill said.
"I did the drawings personally. Even HG, a design company with a galaxy of talents, couldn’t win the case. Do you think you can handle the collaborator if you were to go by yourself? Would you know the answer if the collaborator asks you about the design concept, target audience, and selling point?"
"I..." Jill had no idea. She wasn’t good at it.
Wendy stood up on her feet again. She took a deep breath and said, "So, save your breath. Time is precious. Let’s go."
Jill had been working with Wendy for quite some time and she knew Wendy’s character well enough.
Although Wendy lost her memory, her character was still equally eager and stubborn.
As she insisted to go, Jill definitely couldn’t stop her. But Jill was still very worried about Wendy.
Wendy seemed to guess what Jill was thinking about. She turned around and commanded, "Don’t secretly send Michael a message. I have to win this collaboration opportunity. Do you hear me?"
Jill just took out her phone and she quietly put it back as Wendy looked at her. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Jill had no choice but to drive Wendy to the place where DR was meeting the collaborator.
They had an appointment in a private room.
Some security guards were manning the entrance of the private room.
"Excuse me. You cannot enter this room," the guard at the door said.
It was an important meeting. It wasn’t strange that there were guards at the door.
The collaborator’s voice resounded from inside the room, saying, "The design looks good. I believe we can promote the series all over the world with our collaboration and make it the current youngsters’ favorite series."
"Looking forward to working together."
Wendy found the latter voice really familiar. Was it... Zen Tanner?
DR put Zen in charge of the collaboration.
Wendy turned to the side and glanced at Jill.
Jill lowered her head guiltily.
It seemed that Jill knew about it but intentionally hid it from her.
Everyone knew that Wendy and Zen were best friends but they were working for competing companies.
If Jill were to tell Wendy that the person in charge from DR was Zen, she would definitely be heartbroken. freewebnovel.cσ๓
Although she still has to deal with it now, at least she wasn’t bothered by it for the past half a month.
Wendy looked at the guards but couldn’t be bothered.
She had to barge in there and then. She lifted her hands and pushed the guard. No doubt she couldn’t move the guard at all. She exchanged a look with Jill.
The very next moment, Wendy and Jill precisely kicked the guards’ vital parts quickly.
The two guards immediately held their vital parts and bent down.
Then, Wendy and Jill seized the chance to rush into the private room.
The guards followed behind. They were too late to stop them.
Zen looked surprised when she saw Wendy came. Needless to say, she seemed guilty too. Because she knew from the very beginning that the collaborator was also Wendy’s client.
In other words, Zen took advantage of the fact that Wendy fell ill and took hold of her clients and resources.
Zen lowered her chin slightly, afraid to look into Wendy’s eyes.
The collaborator, Mr. Thompson, was obviously surprised to see Wendy’s arrival too.
"Ms. Swift..." Mr. Thompson stiffened. He then waved to beckon his guards. They retreated and Mr. Thompson smiled at Wendy, saying, "Didn’t Ms. Swift get into a car accident recently? Aren’t you recuperating from the injury? You are really professional with your work."
Wendy looked at the contract laid on the table and then at Zen’s hand holding a pen.
Luckily, he had yet to sign the contract and he had yet to seal it with his company chop. It wasn’t too late yet.
"Mr. Thompson, if I am not mistaken, the contract that we signed back then stated that today is the final deadline," Wendy said.
"Yes, it is today," Mr. Thompson nodded.
"Why did you arrange an appointment with DR today then?" Wendy asked, wearing a professional smile. She added, "Do you intend to breach the contract? The penalty is quite a bit."
Although Mr. Thompson was an important collaborator to MC.
Wendy was well aware that people bully the weak and fear the strong in the business world.
If Wendy were to plead Mr. Thompson for an opportunity, it would make him feel that he had absolute authority.
On top of that, Wendy’s backer was MC. There was no need for her to lower herself and plead.
Mr. Thompson smiled, explaining, "You got into a car accident and I thought you couldn’t go back to work. Your design is of course the best. You are also the one I wanted to work with the most. However, if you couldn’t design the products personally and hand me designs without quality, it would put me in a difficult position. On top of that, I have not received any draft from your company before this. I can’t just sit and wait. We have to continue to run our business. Ms. Tanner happens to have a series of design that is not too shabby. So..."
"How do you know that I can’t go back to work? Take a look at the drawings first," Wendy passed her drawings to Mr. Thompson.
"Wendy, your body condition isn’t great. It’s best to rest more," Zen said, smiling.
Although she felt guilty, it was business after all.
In the past month, Michael took hold of too many of Christian’s clients.
It was almost time for Christian to come out. If Zen couldn’t even get the contract, DR would be in a financial crisis.
Zen saw that Mr. Thompson accepted the documents that Wendy prepared and she was worried.
She quickly went forward and signed her name on the contract. She then handed it to Mr. Thompson, saying, "Mr. Thompson, I have signed the contract. The contract will be in effect when you sign here."
Mr. Thompson heard Zen but he waved to beckon her not to disturb him.
Mr. Thompson’s company focused on promoting fashion garments. He had retail stores all over the world and they had a great reputation.
It had been so long since he started his business. Even if he didn’t know much about fashion design, he knew what a good design was because he was imperceptibly influenced by what he constantly saw and heard over the years.
The drawings were obviously much better compared to those Zen gave him.
Mr. Thompson’s smile grew wider, asking, "Whose designs are these? Did you do these drawings?"
Wendy nodded, saying, "I am the main designer."
"Ms. Swift lives up to her name. Your talent in design is no match to any ordinary people," Mr. Thompson complimented. He was really satisfied with the drawings. He flipped a few pages and realized that there were only drawings and blueprints for two garments. He frowned, asking, "Where’s the last one?"
