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?

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

now, he had the audacity of coming and saying it was a shame?

faster. He kept trying to figure what she was thinking but it only made him more anxious.

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

what was happening. She looked back and forth, alternating between him and the drawing. The draft was

reading it closely.

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

said as she turned the cover to read the name of the client.

the company. This design is definitely not gonna work

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

right, Cassandra. He wasn't satisfied at all. In fact, you know what he said?" Cassandra raised her eyebrows with curiosity. "He said he wanted you to design

the problem right away. It seemed like the client knew she would understand what he wanted, which was why he asked

But that's impossible..." Cassandra said, shaking her head. "I am no longer a part

out a helpless smile, shrugging. Then she folded the drawing, kept it neatly in the file, and

chance for that dream to come true now. She didn't even know if she would