Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Shane waited patiently for her to finish. His eyebrows furrowed together. “Who spread those rumors?”

“It’s them,” Natalie said while handing him a piece of paper from her folder.

Shane took a quick glance at the names, pushed the paper aside, and leaned back on his chair. “What’s your suggestion?”

Natalie looked at him and answered seriously, “These people not only have been spreading rumors about Mr. Sean and me and damaging our reputations, but they also refuse to apologize. So my suggestion is to terminate their employment. Besides, there’s one other thing.”

Shane rested his hands on his crossed knees and asked, “What is it?”

Natalie handed him all her remaining documents. “Mr. Shane, please take a look at these designs. I don’t understand how would such poor designs get through quality control and make their way into the market.”

Shane leafed through the papers. His face darkened.

Shane was no designer, but anyone could tell these were just amateur designs. He took one look and knew these designs were far below the bar set by the company.

It was now clear as day why the products of his company, since its establishment a year ago, had become the least popular in the market. Truth be told, it would take more than a miracle for such second-rated designs to take the company to the next level.

picked up his intercom and dialed for

time, Silas had arrived at Shane’s office. He was surprised to

smiled back at

“Notify the HR department that I want these people

in with a

just for gossiping in the office, hence she made copies of these designs as her

that she knew would not tolerate workers who were not only incompetent but also enjoyed causing disruption

office to carry out Shane’s order, Natalie

step out of his office, Shane called out, “Hang

turned around and looked at him, all confused. “Yes, Mr. Shane. Do you

Shane opened his drawer, from which he retrieved a black invitation card and passed it

Natalie looked at the invitation card. “This

a gathering for international fashion critics. I want you to come with me,” Shane explained succinctly and took a

had to double confirm with him. “Mr. Shane, are you planning to invite

“That’s right.” Shane confirmed.

I’ll be there.” Natalie folded the invitation card carefully, making sure she did not

the morning the day after tomorrow.