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    Rachel found Brenda’s feedback incredibly sharp—perhaps a little blunt, but it cut straight to the heart of the issue. She waited patiently for half an hour.


    Only when Brenda had wrapped up all her work did she finally nce up and gesture. “Go ahead, take a seat.”


    “Thank you.” Rachel’s tone was polite as she settled into the chair. Brenda sat across from her, sliding a document across the desk. “Have a look.”


    It contained information on an innovative approach to modern jewelry design. Projects like these were notoriously difficult, but the payoff was just as high, which was why top designers never shied away from them. A strong debut could skyrocket someone’s career in the industry.


    Rachel had to admit—jewelry design wasn’t exactly her specialty. But this was a golden opportunity, and she wasn’t about to let it slip away. Determined, she nodded. “I’ll give it everything I’ve got. This is my first design project here, and I intend to prove myself.”


    Brenda’s gaze flicked up, as if caught off guard. She hesitated for a moment. “Wait… you’re saying you’re taking this on?”


    “A project that’s both demanding and rewarding—what designer wouldn’t?”


    Brenda arched a brow at that. “Alright then. Break a leg.”


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    When Rachel finally left the office, her lunch had gone cold. She no longer felt hungry and threw herself into work instead.


    Two dayster, she ran into An again. Munching on a piece of bread, she stayed focused on the materials spread out before her.


    The office had emptied out long ago, but she was still there, deep in concentration. With looming deadlines and pressing tasks, she needed toplete the first draft as soon as possible. But she realized she hadn’t captured the client’s vision withplete uracy. If that were the case, her work wouldn’t meet expectations.


    So, she dedicated more time to refining every detail. She also made sure to familiarize herself with other high-end jewelry brands beforehand. She printed out all the necessary documents, poring over them relentlessly. Since she was alone, the office felt eerily quiet now.


    “Rachel!” A familiar voice broke the silence.


    She turned her head, spotting An as he approached.


    “An?” she blurted, caught off guard. “When did you get back?” He had been away on a business trip for the past few days.


    “Just now. I had a meeting with a client upstairs. When I wrapped up, my assistant mentioned that the lights on this floor were still on. I thought it was Brenda, but it turns out it’s you.”


    His guess made sense—Brenda was a notorious workaholic.


    Rachel scratched the back of her head, feeling slightly sheepish. “I just started, and there’s still so much to learn. I have to put in extra hours.”


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