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    “Thanks for all your hard work,” Brenna said to everyone.


    Tommy followed her into the office to report something. “Remember a year ago, we designed that helicopter and fighter jet for our military client? Mr. Foster reached out today. He said the enemy’s system has been upgraded. It’s a lot like ours and very powerful. He wants us to develop a new one. They’re also asking for a more advanced fighter jet. Looks like a big job, and the payout should be good.”


    Brenna tapped her fingers lightly against the desk. “I’ll take charge of both projects myself. You handle the pricing. Set the system at seventy million. The fighter jet goes for two hundred million.”


    Brenna sat across from Tommy as he poured her a fresh cup of coffee and slid it across the table. “Braeden wants to meet and go over the details,” he said.


    Brenna nodded. “That’s fine. We need a clear understanding of the client’s requirements before designing. I’m avable to meet him anytime,” she replied.


    Tommy admired her unwavering confidence. She was a force to be reckoned with.


    He said, “Alright. I’ll get in touch with Braeden and arrange a meeting. If we secure these two projects, I’ll assign a few people to help you with theponent designs. A fighter jet consists of tens of thousands of parts, making it impossible for one person to handle the entire design. Teamwork is essential forpleting the project efficiently.”


    After hashing out a few more details, Tommy added, “By the way, someone has been trying to poach our staff. Three employees mentioned they were invited out for dinners, and apparently, the offers thrown at them were hard to resist. I think they are indirectly asking for raises.”


    Brenna’s face remainedposed, though a flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes. “People will do what they will, and we can’t control everything. I have already offered them good sries. If they want to leave, let them.”


    Tommy realized Brenna had no intention of raising the sries. After all, even junior engineers at their firm earned a million per year, and as a supervisor, he was already making close to ten million annually, plus year-end bonuses. Such generous pay was already rare, even among publicly listedpanies.


    He said, “I understand. People are always eager to climb the careerdder, and I won’t stand in their way. Moreover, those three are at the bottom of the rank in our studio. If they leave, they won’t make it big elsewhere. In argerpany, they won’t rise to a supervisory position. I’ll try to talk some sense into them.”


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    Brenna nodded. Those with skills far beyond the three were already earning much more, and no bigpany would offer such generous sries. Therefore, the truly high-caliber talent in their studio wouldn’t be easily poached.


    “However, if they do leave, we will be short-handed. Brenna, why don’t we recruit a few more people? There are some excellent postgraduates from Shirie University. I have a list right here. If you agree, I’ll reach out to them,” Tommy said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.


    After a pause, he continued, “I have been keeping an eye on these postgraduates for some time now. They stood out during their undergraduate years and even took home international awards. Our studio has worked closely with their mentor, who has given glowing rmendations for these five.”


    Brenna agreed, saying, “Okay. I’m not afraid to offerpetitive sries, but I’m just worried we won’t find real talent. Go ahead and contact them.”


    Brenna hadplete confidence in Tommy’s judgment. Not only was his design work exceptional, but his business instincts were sharp as well. He had recruited half of the studio’s staff, and as time went by, his excellence was proven.


    It was the weekend, and since Giselle didn’t have any sses to teach, she took the opportunity to wake Brenna up early.


    Brenna had been upte the night before, fine-tuning a helicopter system she hadn’t finished. Now, exhaustion weighed her down, and she groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. “Please, just let me sleep a little longer,” she said.


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