Chapter 185
Olivia's eyes moved and she said, "Mr.Smith is joking."
Then the elevator door opened.
Olivia said, "Mr.Smith, I'll go back first.’
She went out and quickly disappeared from his sight.
Preston put his hand in his pocket, looked at Olivia's back and smiled.
It was okay to talk about work with Olivia, but it was not okay to talk about anything else.
Why? The reason was simple.
Everett.
Preston walked out of the company and got in the car.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
He picked up his phone, looked at the screen, and answered, "Hello."
"Mr.Smith, the two dresses that Mr.Weston wanted have been designed"
"Well, I'll call him."
Preston called Everett.
Previously, the dresses were only given ten days to be finished.
But several days later, Everett told him not to hurry up.
He could give them to Everett when finished.
He was shocked by Everett's change of ideas.
But it was a good thing for him.
It was impossible for him to make two sets of high-quality dresses in ten days.
The phone rang and a familiar cold voice came.
"Hello.”
"Are you busy?"
Preston started the car and turned the steering wheel.
"What?"
"The two dresses you asked for are ready.When do you want them?"
The voice on the phone paused for two seconds.
"I'll come and get it tomorrow.’’ Preston raised his eyebrows.
"You're here to get it?"
For two dresses?
"Yes."Mr.Weston, there's a video conference in ten minutes."
Davis's voice came from the phone.
Preston said, "Since you're busy, we'll talk tomorrow.’’
"OK"
When the phone hung up, Preston looked ahead at the night and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.
Was it his illusion? He felt that Everett had come to Paris more often now.
Everett got up and went to the conference room.
Davis followed, reporting on the work documents he had just received.
Suddenly, Everett interrupted him.
"Book a tomorrow morning's flight to Paris."
Davis paused and said, "Okay."
Mr.Weston didn't have work arrangements to Paris at the moment.
But that didn't mean that Mr.Weston had nothing else to do.
Olivia spent nearly three days reading and reorganizing the documents.
A thick notebook was filled with her notes.
She heaved a sigh of relief and had an idea in her mind.
She took the pencil, white paper, and began to draw on it.
In half a year, it would be the end of the year, when winter clothing would be for sale.
She wanted to divide the winter clothing into two series and aimed at all the female consumers now.
One was targeted at the thin, the other was targeted at the fat.
Both thin and fat women were charming.
She wanted to highlight those two points to make women more confident.
Preston went to the Design Department of the company, and then went back to the president's office to inform Jason of the meeting.
He wanted to know the progress of everyone's work.
If there was a problem, it must be solved in advance.
Jason announced the meeting.
Olivia cleaned up the table, took the notebook and pen and followed everyone to the conference room.
Everyone was busy these days, and no one was idle.
So the reports went well and the progress was good.
After a meeting, Preston was satisfied with the result.
"Everyone, keep working hard.After the new brand is released, your year-end awards will be very impressive."
What was the most motivating thing? Money! It was a realistic world.
Everyone at AK knew that Preston was very generous.
He didn't care about money, he only cared about the results you gave him.
As long as you gave him satisfactory results, your income would be very substantial.
That was why no matter how many people out there were trying to poach AK's designers, they would fail.
At the end of the meeting, everyone returned to the Design Department ambitiously, including Olivia.
Just as she sat down, her stomach began to ache.
She was well aware of the familiar pain.
She was in menses.
Olivia frowned and got up to go to the bathroom.
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It did come.
She had to go out and buy sanitary pads.
She quickly went back to the department.
However, before she could reach it, she stopped and looked at the person walking in front of her.