Just as she had guessed, Jepherson stood up from his desk and made his way towards the restroom. He reached out to open the door but frowned when he realized that the door was locked. He knocked on the door and called out, "Raeleigh..."
Raeleigh quickly washed her hands as she kept an eye on the door. After drying her hands, she then walked towards the door and opened it, only to find Jepherson standing outside. He briefly looked inside the restroom before asking, "Are you done?"
"Yes." Raeleigh turned around to leave. Jepherson suddenly asked, "Did you lock the door?"
Raeleigh ignored him and continued to walk out. Jepherson turned around to look at her and instructed her. "Stay here. You are not allowed to leave."
Then, Jepherson turned around and entered the restroom. After he entered, Raeleigh turned around and looked at the closed door for a while. She contemplated making an escape when she arrived at the door that led out of the office. Jepherson's voice boomed, "Didn't you promised me not to leave?"
Raeleigh stopped and turned around to look at Jepherson who had emerged from the restroom. He was standing at the door and was looking displeased. He sounded like a child who was throwing a tantrum.
Jepherson did not seem angry. Instead, he looked like he was slightly amused with the situation.
Raeleigh frowned and thought about making her great escape. She wondered whether she would make it out through the door before he could reach her. In the end, she dismissed the idea because she knew it would not work. After all, she still had to go past Stuart.
Raeleigh finally made her way back and went over to the couch to sit down. She knew it was unwise of her to escape as she knew that Stuart would not let her pass.
Once Raeleigh sat down, Jepherson went back into the restroom. As soon as he came back, he walked over to the couch and sat beside Raeleigh. He picked up the file and read it for a while. He then asked Raeleigh with his head still lowered, "This car is designed for men. It lacks sophistication. I want your opinion."
"I have no opinions at all," Raeleigh said. Jepherson raised his head and took a look at Raeleigh before saying, "Since you think it's fine, why don't you design a new car for me?"
Jepherson handed the documents to Raeleigh before he stood up to get a glass of water. Raeleigh immediately refused his offer.
"I don't want to collaborate with another designer's work. I hope you can understand."
Jepherson drank the water, turned around, and looked at Raeleigh. He said, "Wait, do you mean from now on, you're not going to design any cars for the company?"
"That's not what I meant. However, when I signed the contract with the company, it was not stated in the contract how often I am required to produce a design for the company. I majored in designing and I only know how to design a certain part of the car. I can't pinpoint what's wrong with the overall design of the car. I think the exterior looks perfect."
"You're saying that there is nothing I can do to make you produce any design even though we have signed an agreement?" Jepherson looked at her as he waited for a reasonable answer. She sat quietly on the couch, and refused to answer. It was indeed the message she wanted to deliver, but she couldn't say that out loud.
In the end, Jepherson could no longer stand it, so he said to Raeleigh, "Fine, if that's what you want, but the company will not hire you to do nothing."
"I previously designed some cars for the company and even helped the company generate profit. I have no inspiration now. If you think that I can come up with a design now, then I have nothing to say."
Jepherson did not answer. He stood for a while, before returning to his chair. He sat down and glanced at the bodyguards. Then, he looked at Raeleigh. "I don't care what you think. I want the company to perform well."
He probably wanted her more than the performance of the company.
Jepherson frowned as he stared at Raeleigh. He was still waiting for her to speak. However, she appeared calm and remained silent for a long time. Judging by her looks, it seemed like she was implying, "You can do whatever you want. You may fire me if you do not like me. I'm fine with it. I don't want to come back to this place anyway."
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