Chapter 21

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“Each of you has such a notorious reputation online. Next to you all, I’m practically invisible.”
The room filled with faces turned scarlet, including Cynthia’s, as they were overwhelmed with shame.
They struggled to match Linsey’s brisk pace, and more crucially, they lacked concrete proof to counter her claims—which were undeniably true.
Ceasing their taunts, they swiftly changed course and made their exit. In the midst of the ensuing chaos, a voice grumbled,
“Damn it! How does she know all this? She’s just a newbie, isn’t she?”
Overhearing the comment, a sly smile played on Linsey’s lips.
She had prepared exhaustively for the upcoming interview at CR Corporation, making sure she was well-versed in every significant and trivial event within the design community over the past few years. These designers had mistaken her for a soft target and had initiated this confrontation.
Unbeknownst to them, they had messed with the wrong person this time.
As Linsey wrapped up her encounter with these troublesome designers, a group of interviewers stepped forward.
“Everyone, please proceed inside and get ready for your interview,” they instructed.
One by one, the designers filed into the interview room, each selecting a seat in the designated area.
The interviewers positioned themselves at the forefront, observing quietly as staff members handed out sheets of paper and drawing pens to the candidates.
The lead interviewer cleared his throat and addressed the group.
“You are all talented designers, handpicked from a rigorous resume screening process. Today, we’ve brought you here to gauge your foundational design skills in a real-time setting. You have one hour to create a complete design draft. Let the countdown begin.”
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With that, a staff member beside him activated the timer.
A murmur of surprise rippled through the room. One of the designers, unable to hide his confusion, blurted out,
“But you haven’t provided us with a design brief. What exactly are we supposed to design?”
Linsey, her gaze fixed on the interviewer, awaited his response with keen interest.
The interviewer offered a reassuring smile and explained,
“Today’s challenge is to assess your ability to make swift decisions on the spot. Please work independently, ensure your ideas are your own, and avoid any form of imitation. Now, please begin.”
As silence enveloped the room, the designers bent over their papers, pencils scratching away.
Linsey, however, sat motionless, her eyes locked on the blank page before her. Memories suddenly flooded back—the wedding day, the first time she had met Collin…
Linsey’s first impression of Collin was of a man dressed sharply in a wedding suit, seated in a wheelchair with an air of quiet authority. Despite the humiliating situation of being abandoned at the altar, he hadn’t shown a flicker of unease or frustration.
A spark of inspiration struck Linsey.
She wanted to design something for him—something that mirrored his composed and dignified presence.
A small smile formed on her lips as she picked up a pen and began sketching with practiced ease.
Half an hour later, Cynthia rose to her feet, exuding confidence. She strode toward the interviewers, holding her design as if it were a masterpiece.
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