Chapter 837
Chapter 840:
Sigrid had heard rumors that he was living with Candice, whom she perceived negatively. Additionally, she had been tirelessly working on her design sketch day and night, leaving her feeling drained and fatigued. Sigrid had gone to great lengths to earn Milton’s approval, striving to demonstrate that she was more competent at work than Candice.
Without even looking up, Milton responded nonchalantly, “I’m doing okay.” Sensing his aloofness, Sigrid tried another approach.
“I ran into Catherine in the elevator just now…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Milton cut her off. “Here, here, and here. These parts of the design need reworking.” He pointed at the large LCD computer screen on his desk. “The lines lack fluidity, and the patterns are overly intricate. These aren’t necessary. The outer stitching doesn’t match the thread layout here, and the craftsmanship can’t deliver the desired effect.”
After a pause, Milton’s voice took on a more serious tone. “I understand that you spend most of your time abroad, but you can’t evaluate the domestic market based on foreign perspectives. This won’t work. Revise and start over. If the third attempt still fails, I can’t assist further. Our company focuses on profit only. If this Catherine, as you mentioned, delivers better results, we might consider reshuffling our design director.”
These words rooted Sigrid to the spot. She had given everything, working tirelessly, yet his straightforward statement undermined all her efforts. She stood there with a dejected expression, overwhelmed by a strong sense of frustration.
Her anticipation of impressing Milton had instead brought her to a state of self-doubt. The mere thought of her paling not just in comparison to Candice, but even a modest designer from a small studio, Catherine, was unbearable for Sigrid.
Without even lifting his gaze, Milton extracted the thumb drive and tossed it at Sigrid. “You may leave now.”
𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗴⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Subsequently, he switched off the screen, refocusing his attention on the documents before him. It only took him three minutes from evaluating her work to delivering his verdict.
It felt as if Sigrid was anchored to the spot, immobilized. It took her countless hours and lifelong learning to finish her design, which was dismissed in just three minutes.
How could he see through the connotations of her design in such a short span of time? Could he even fathom the concealed message?
Incredulous, Sigrid protested, “Milton, I understand your schedule is tight, but would you consider a second glance? Your review was limited to three minutes, and I didn’t even get to elucidate the elements and interpretations behind my design. How can you draw such an instant conclusion?”
“No need for that. The display pieces in shop windows capture customers’ interest in mere seconds. Three minutes is already an excess,” Milton replied, his face impassive.
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