Chapter 399: Chapter 399: Reporting Design Progress
After sleeping comfortably for another two hours, Charlotte Thompson woke up on-time and sat up.
She rubbed her eyes with her hands, looked refreshed from head to toe.
Within a few minutes, she got out of bed, walked to the window, and drew the curtains.
The blazing sun streamed into the room without restraint. She stretched lazily and cast a glance out of the window.
Despite the nice weather outside, clusters of dark clouds that had formed at some point were looming in the sky, ready to unleash upon the lonely, brilliant sun.
The small balcony outside the window was clearly visible, with the light blue lace curtain on the right stuck halfway in the middle.
A pot of sunflowers was placed perfectly upright right below, in full bloom.
The bud of the sunflower had started showing specks of yellow, nestled within the green leaves, it appeared delicate and beautiful.
This pot of sunflower hadn’t been there before. It must have been brought by those youngsters.
Always full of tricks.
Charlotte smiled slightly, and then went to freshen up.
After a while, she took out a black professional women’s suit from the closet, paired with a white, ruffle-collared blouse, and a skirt that hugged her curves and stopped at her knees.
The ruffled collar of the white blouse served as the crowning touch to the whole outfit.
Charlotte got dressed, applied light makeup casually, took her bag, and left.
Upon reaching the office, it was precisely nine o’clock. She walked into her office, turned on her computer, and opened her design drafts from the documents.
Before she could decide where to start, she closed her eyes slightly out of a small headache and picked up a file and the draft samples from the side of the desk.
The design was still at a standstill, but the deadline was fast approaching.
After a while, she heard a soft knock at the door.
Charlotte was feeling frustrated, she pointed at the door without lifting her head, raising her voice slightly: "Come in."
The door was pushed open gently, and a young lady who seemed to be around twenty appeared at the door.
She smiled, looking somewhat embarrassed, but her gentle eyes were comforting to look at.
Charlotte placed the file down, returned her smile, and asked: "What’s up?"
"Well, Miss Thompson," The young lady’s face turned slightly red and continued, "The Queen’s design is very important, so this time Mr. Battleson plans to participate personally and hopes that you can report the progress of the design in Mr. Battleson’s office."
The progress of the design?
Charlotte frowned; Justin Battleson had always expressed great trust in her and had never brought this up before.
Why was he now requiring her to report on the progress of the design?
Oh well, since she had done her part sincerely, giving a progress report wouldn’t harm.
With these thoughts, she nodded, stood up, picked up the files, looked at the young lady in front of her, and said: "Alright then, let’s go."
Mr. Battleson’s office was on the top floor. The two directly entered the elevator and headed to the top floor.
The young lady left to attend her own tasks after the elevator ride, Charlotte, clutching her files, stood at the door to Mr. Battleson’s office, feeling somewhat uneasy.
To say that seeing him didn’t cause any awkwardness, didn’t stir anything within her, would be a lie.
She hesitated for a moment, braced herself, and was just about to knock on the door when she heard the man’s low voice from inside the room.
"Since you’re here, why aren’t you coming in?"
Charlotte lowered her eyes, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating uncontrollably.
She pushed the door open, pretending nothing had happened, and placed the files on Justin’s desk.
Then she began casually: "Mr. Battleson, the design progress you wanted is all here. I don’t have much of the sample drafts, so please review them quickly so I can take them back and continue with the modifications."