You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The following morning.

Automotive project design team meeting room.

The first draft of the one-piece casting design had been completed. At 10 o'clock, Joyce would present the concept and some details of this design.

In the meeting room, Juanita was passing out information and preparing green tea.

Professor Owens, who was in his sixties and a veteran of the automotive manufacturing industry, came early and seated in the conference room where the main speakers were seated.

All other colleagues were seated one after another.

Joyce was standing on the podium, organizing materials, setting up projection equipment, and connecting computers.

meeting did not involve promotion, people from the promotion department did

the office and did not participate in the meeting. Juanita was more enthusiastic than usual, running around the conference room and doing all the work. Today she also wanted to observe the most cutting-edge technology, so she volunteered to take the

was here

pearls, stepped on high heels,

as she pleased. She came when she wanted and left when she wanted. Apparently, no one would dare to say anything about it since she was the sister of their boss.

walked up and greeted, "Professor Owens, how are you?" To her mentor, she still had respect in

Shelly's outfit, his brow furrowed, and nodded perfunctorily. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

had never liked someone like Shelly, uneducated from

the project team as an intern. If it wasn't for the fact that R&S Group was the investor and Casey's assistant had interceded, he reluctantly gave Shelly a chance to

closer to Professor Owens, and she went to the seat to his

had beaten her to it and placed his briefcase on the seat, saying blandly, "This is