Chapter 110
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The sheer thickness of the folder spoke volumes about her dedication. Every sketch, every revision, was proof of her relentless pursuit of mastery.
Anthea took her time, flipping through each page with careful attention. When she finally reached the last design, she closed the folder and set it down, her expression unreadable.
When Anthea looked up again, admiration flickered unmistakably in her eyes.
“Alright,” she said, her tone firm yet measured. “I’m willing to trust you. Just don’t disappoint me.”
Linsey’s heart leaped. She nodded, determination gleaming in her eyes. “I won’t!”
Not long after, she returned to the office, clutching the signed contract like a victory in her hands.
The moment she stepped inside, Cynthia intercepted her, blocking her path.
“Linsey, back so soon?” Cynthia sneered, her gaze sweeping over her with thinly veiled disdain. “Let me guess—you didn’t even make it past Mrs. Blakely’s door before she kicked you out. How embarrassing. You might as well start packing up your desk now. If you can’t secure this deal, there’s no chance you’re staying here.”
Before Linsey could respond, Coen stepped out of his office. Catching Cynthia’s words, he immediately assumed the worst.
His frown deepened. “Linsey, did you even manage to meet with Mrs. Blakely? Looks like your skills aren’t as remarkable as I was led to believe. I expected better from the top candidate.”
Linsey glanced at Cynthia, her expression serene, and retrieved a contract from her bag.
“Coen, Mrs. Blakely has agreed. She’s already signed and even paid a deposit.”
Coen’s eyes widened with excitement as he took the contract from Linsey, leafing through it in astonishment.
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“You actually pulled it off!”
Relief washed over him. The company had failed repeatedly to secure Anthea’s business, and he had nearly lost all hope.
It was almost miraculous how Linsey had succeeded this time.
Cynthia, standing to the side, gaped at the document in Coen’s hands. After several deep breaths, she rounded on Linsey.
“Linsey, failing would have been one thing. We wouldn’t have blamed you. But resorting to dubious methods to win Mrs. Blakely’s agreement? If word gets out, our team will face huge embarrassment!”
Linsey frowned and faced Cynthia.
“What are you talking about?”
Cynthia’s glare intensified, her voice tight with anger.
“You know what you did! No one from our team has ever closed a deal with Mrs. Blakely, yet you nailed it after just one meeting? I can’t help but wonder what shady tactics you employed!”
Linsey smiled slightly and cocked an eyebrow.
“Really? Why don’t you spell out these supposed shady tactics that convinced Mrs. Blakely to sign?”
Cynthia, furious, struggled to find a concrete accusation.
Had the client been a man, perhaps she could have spun a scandalous tale about Linsey.
But with Anthea—a well-respected woman in her forties—what could she possibly invent?
Would she dare suggest Linsey seduced Anthea to secure the contract? Such a ludicrous suggestion would hold no weight.
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