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Chapter 178

“Come in,” she called.

Nora sat at her desk, her fingers lightly tapping against the surface as she studied the design proposal in front of her. Her expression was calm but

serious.

Without wasting time on pleasantries, she got right to the point.

“The concept behind your design is promising,” she began, lifting her gaze to Bran, who sat across from her. “It does enhance the brand’s productivi to some extent, but it still falls short of my expectations.”

Bran didn’t flinch. He had expected as much.

Nora continued, her tone even but firm. “The main issue lies in the detailing… your approach leans too much into mechanical efficiency, but it sacrifices the artistic depth our brand is known for. Jewelry isn’t just about practicality; it’s about evoking emotion, telling a story. You need to refine the intricacies, balance function with elegance.”

She turned the proposal towards him, tapping at certain sections as she elaborated on her points.

Bran listened attentively, his brows slightly furrowed.

In the few days since he had arrived at STARLINE Studio, he had realized that his initial assessment of Nora had been a severe underestimation.

On the day of his interview, he had been impressed by her skills. But now, after observing her in action, he understood that her abilities were on an entirely different level.

Her grasp of jewelry design wasn’t just strong… it was exceptional.

Bran had interacted with some of the biggest names in the industry, individuals renowned for their expertise.

Yet, none had possessed the same precise, almost instinctive understanding of the craft that Nora displayed.

What startled him even more was her proficiency in multiple foreign languages.

Bran had always been proud of his ability to read and understand various design journals in different languages, but he had quickly discovered that Nora not only knew more languages than he did, but she used them with such effortless fluency that it was almost intimidating.

This woman… what kind of genius was she?

there, processing everything, something else gnawed at

first day at the company, he had sent her a bouquet of yellow roses… an unspoken apology for his reckless

kind of reaction, whether it be acknowledgment, disinissal, or even

But nothing.

hadn’t mentioned the flowers once.

was as if she hadn’t

tum. She treated him just as

work. No distracts,

Bradsted that inter

same sit trueleted him.

he had moved, as if he was

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an eyebrow. “Any

a fraction of a second, then withdrew his gaze.

he said simply, standing up.

and left the office, heading straight back to his workstation.

phone vibrated on his desk.

the

end was teasing, almost playful.

caller’s tone was light,

expression didn’t change.

knew the

from any other designer on

voice was flat as he replied, “No

he ended the call and refocused on

his

Linda.

at the screen, his