Chapter 248: Chapter 248: The Newlywed Necklace
"How is that possible..." Cindy mumbled unconsciously.
She had carefully checked over everything, to the point where her eyes were straining, but she could still not find a single error.
As much as she loathed to admit it, the design was truly impeccable.
It was flawless, without a hint of a mistake.
Putting aside for a moment that Charlotte Thompson was her opponent, Cindy had to admit, deep down, that she admired her design skills.
No doubt, Joy, as Ashton’s top designer, deserves her reputation.
In fact, before all this, Cindy was genuinely a fan of Joy’s work.
Who would have thought – it’s funny how life turns out: Joy turned out to be Charlotte Thompson.
Unfortunately, it was destined that they could never coexist peacefully.
Peace? The moment this idea formed in Cindy’s mind, she immediately ejected it.
Their positions were irreconcilable and they were never going to be able to coexist peacefully.
All Cindy could think about now was how to force Charlotte out of Vanguard Jewelry.
The longer Charlotte stayed, the more severe the crisis Cindy herself would face.
Given Charlotte’s capabilities, it was inevitable that she would be replaced.
Early the next day, just past clock-in time, the employees of the design department were gathered in the large conference room.
All the designers of Vanguard Jewelry, irrespective of their ranking, were assembled in one place.
It had been a long time since they had had such a summons.
It was Charlotte’s first time witnessing this.
Having been in the corporate world for quite some time, Cindy’s instincts were sharp.
She had a feeling that something immensely important was about to be announced, otherwise they wouldn’t gather so many people.
"The company needs to produce a piece of jewelry, a wedding necklace for the Queen of Ashton."
Once everyone was gathered, Mr. Battleson, situated in the main seat, shared the information.
"A wedding necklace for the queen, huh."
"Does the president mean that we have a chance to design the wedding necklace for the Queen of Ashton?"
As these words were spoken, everyone erupted into discussion, their faces filled with disbelief.
It was extremely rare for the royal family to commission a designer who wasn’t part of the family court, especially for such an important item as a wedding necklace.
If they were able to secure this opportunity, their value would rise tremendously; this was far more prestigious than winning any major competition!
Everyone understood this.
"The designer for this project has not yet been selected. This meeting is also for the purpose of discussing this matter."
Mr. Battleson tapped his fingers on the table, giving them some time to digest the news.
He then dropped the bombshell.
The way he put it gave them an even greater glimmer of hope, stating everything was still up in the air, everyone still had a chance.
Such a great opportunity – those with ambitions would have to contend for it.
In a flash, the way designers looked at their normally harmonious colleagues changed, filled with apprehension.
The workplace is a battlefield, concerning future prospects, no one was willing to step aside.
"Mr. Battleson, I believe I can handle this project."
While everyone was hesitating, a somewhat well-known staff member stepped forward to volunteer.
Her action drew some dissatisfaction from others who shot her wary looks.
Susan didn’t care at all, for snatching the project was more important to her. Getting in there first meant an additional opportunity.
On the competitive field of work, who would be courteous?
"Mr. Battleson, I can do it too. I promise you can trust me." Another designer confidently assured.
With one person stepping forward, the others could no longer sit still and scrambled to seize the opportunity.
The once orderly conference room turned into a marketplace, bustling with noise, everyone was contending for the execution rights to the project.
Looking at the situation, who would even take feelings of comradery amongst colleagues into account? They wished the others did not exist.