C11 Did I Go Crazy?

"Mr. West, actually, we already have a rough idea, but we need to consolidate and improve it before we can tell you about it. This is also our responsibility. I hope you can give us some more time and not give up on our cooperation so easily."

"Alright, then I'll give you another day. Tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock, I hope you can come up with a design that satisfies me."

Lowell wanted to see what kind of good ideas she could come up with in a day.

"Thank you, Mr. West. I'll be there at four o'clock tomorrow and will bring our design with me. I'll explain it to you in detail."

After saying that, Fianna got up and was about to leave. Lowell did not stop her. In any case, they would meet again tomorrow. In the future, there would be a lot of opportunities to meet again.

Fianna was dumbfounded the moment she left the hotel. Why was she boasting when she had nothing to do? Was she crazy? What could she come up with in a day? She reckoned that the entire design department would have to work overtime tonight.

"Sigh, I don't care anymore."

Fianna stopped a taxi and went straight to the company. Once she arrived at the company, she told everyone about the bad news. Everyone immediately wailed in grief, but there was nothing they could do. They could only resign to their fate and work. After all, the higher-ups had placed so much importance on this case.

Fianna hurriedly sat down and started to work. She picked up a pen and started to write on a piece of paper. Soon, it was almost evening, and Fianna felt that something was wrong with her stomach.

Fianna did not eat her lunch. When she started working, she was suddenly hungry. Coincidentally, everyone was preparing to eat dinner and then come back to work. Fianna quickly took two stomach pills from the drawer and ate them. Then, she went to eat with everyone.

During dinner, everyone could not help but complain. However, they did not have any good ideas. They all sighed. Some people even asked Fianna if she could talk to Lowell again and ask for a few more days.

"Actually, I have an idea. Do you guys want to listen to it?"

"Sure. If you have an idea, say it. It will be easier for everyone to discuss it," Lowell agreed.

"When everyone is designing jewelry, they always think of beautiful love. However, have you ever thought of designing jewelry for those past love that you can't get?"

Everyone thought for a moment. Fianna thought that her idea was not good. Suddenly, Lowell slammed the table and stood up. "Fianna, I think you are right."

Fianna quietly sighed in relief. This feeling of being recognized by everyone was really good. Fianna thought to herself.

"Alright, we'll follow Fianna's idea. Everyone can say what you have in mind. If you don't have any ideas, you can get off work and go home to think about the design. Draw a few sketches. Everyone can take a look tomorrow. Then, we can choose from them. Is that okay?" Sister Mo said.

"Okay."

"Finally, I can get off work." Everyone returned to their seats to pack their things and go home.

In the end, Fianna was the only one left in the company. She wanted to draw the design and leave, but after thinking hard, she could not think of a reason. She could only pack her things and go home.

On the bus back home, Fianna almost fell asleep. Recently, she had been a little tired. In addition to her illness last time, her resistance had decreased, so it was easy for her to fall asleep. She was also thinking about Lowell, so she was extremely tired from head to toe.

Fianna took a shower and washed her face with cold water to freshen herself up. Then, she started to think about the design of the jewelry. However, she could not force her own inspiration.

After putting down the pen, Fianna started to rummage through the old box that contained the things from the past. Finally, she found a sketchbook. Fianna picked up the book and started to flip through it.

This was a sketch that Lowell had drawn for her. As she flipped through it, her tears and inspiration all rushed up.

Fianna wiped her tears away and put away her thoughts. She buried her head in her work and started drawing.