Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

Chapter 17 The President Is So Handsome

Erin’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing that she was in trouble with the director again. She could already guess that this was about the image retouchings.

In the director’s office, Caleb was sitting in front of his monitor replying to emails. He raised his head to look at Erin and asked in a cool voice, “Do you know why you’re here?”

Erin nodded. “Yes.”

“What do you know then?”

“I know that if I’m ever sick, I need to take a leave in advance and settle my work before that,” she said sincerely.

Caleb stopped typing. He leaned back into his chair and said coldly, “I don’t think you understand. Your irresponsibility has hindered the progress of the other designers! This has nothing to do with whether you were sick. You must always finish your work because the clients don’t care about your personal problems. They only want to see results! Unless you’ve died or you’ve quit working at Frost Corporations, any other explanation is just an excuse! Do you understand?”

Erin was pale; she could never imagine that such a renowned company could be so ruthless.

However, this was the way things were at the company, so she answered, “I understand.”

“Get out and do your work. I don’t care how long it takes you or if it means you have to work overtime. The tasks assigned to you must be completed on the same day!” Caleb looked away and continued with his work.

Erin left the office after promising one last time that she understood him. She was still feeling light-headed and should’ve been recovering at home, but she had no choice now. She had just returned to her seat when Mr. Jones announced in the open concept office, “Just a reminder to be punctual for the afternoon meeting later.”

The designers all started working on another busy day.

Erin turned on her Apple monitor. Frost Corporation provided their designers with technological facilities of the highest quality. Rumor had it that Frost Corporation had the employees of their computer manufacturers personally come over to set up the computers. Even Erin, who was currently only responsible for retouching images and running errands, was using top-of-the-line equipment. The reasoning behind this was to standardize the quality and color of all the designers’ work, reflecting their professionalism.

images; it was a skill that she’d honed when

all ten of the images that

message. “Good evening. The ten images have been retouched. I’m

designer replied, “Just watch out next

that the designer had already seen the images that she’d retouched, and since the designer didn’t say anything,

would assign her more work, but surprisingly, no one gave

also bought some cold medicine, which made her drowsy. She was only still functioning because of the two whole cups of coffee that had managed to

hit 6 pm, she started to

chiffon dress. Smiling, she said, “Erin, do you have anything to do after work?

I’m going to go home to rest. I’ve caught

Why did you even

had no choice; I had unfinished work

complexion. “Oh my, you really don’t look so good. You should head home

said her goodbyes and walked

in the elevator, and Erin stood expressionless in a corner, listening to the

I’ve worked

it? Was

the actors on screen. Not even

Is he really that

any interviews. Otherwise, he would go viral on the

meet the president. I’m so jealous; we’ve never even

…

she wanted was to lie down and sleep. She was completely uninterested in the idea of any hot

elevator arrived on the first floor, Erin’s phone rang

shaken from her drowsy state. It was just like a traffic light—once the light turned green, she had

of workers getting off work. She walked to the entrance of the staircase

gotten off work, but she still had to run

thought of those images made her dial down