A Graduation Gift

She looked up and saw Lionel standing in front of her desk, smiling genuinely. She got really confused and hurried to end the conversation.

"What are you doing here?"

Cassandra asked, quickly hanging up the call. She got up and kneaded the back of her waist. She had been sitting for hours now, her body was going numb.

Seeing how tired she was, Lionel couldn't help but ask in concern, "Cassandra, isn't it more tiring to work here than it was designing in Tang Group?"

It seemed like a casual question full of earnest concern. Cassandra only smiled at him, poured some water in a glass and handed it to him.

"I put my heart and soul in whatever job I do. It doesn't matter which one is more tiring. As long as I am passionate about my work, I can learn from every job and just get better,"

Cassandra said, not answering his question directly. She didn't want to answer it as she was no longer 'Manager Qin' in his design department now.

"Still...I think it's a shame you changed your job. You've learned architectural design abroad and accomplished so much in the field. All of that for what? Now you've completely abandoned your career as a designer!"

Lionel said, looking at Cassandra with a regretful look on his face. She didn't know how to respond to something like that. Why was he saying any of this to her?

to give up her job? It was all due to the

ways of staying in the industry. And now, he had

faster. He kept

Cassandra, let me show you a design. It's done by the

alternating between him and the drawing. The draft was seriously castigated by the client with a lot

started reading it closely.

aesthetically pleasing but not very practical. Architecture isn't all about making pretty buildings, you know. A proposal has to have

she turned the cover to read

design is definitely not gonna work for someone like

he laid a lot of emphasis on functionality in the building because of their previous interactions. No wonder he wasn't happy with something as sculptural as what Lionel

at all. In fact, you know what he said?" Cassandra raised her eyebrows with curiosity. "He said he wanted you to design

hadn't expected Cassandra would find the problem right away. It seemed like the client knew she would understand what he wanted, which was why he asked for her to design the project for him.

serious? But that's impossible..." Cassandra said, shaking her head. "I am no

smile, shrugging. Then she folded the drawing, kept it neatly in the

dreamt of becoming one of the best designers of the world. But there was no chance for that dream to