In the conference room, Linda was explaining how the projects will be carried out and what needed to be taken note of. After that, the Roberts team elaborated on the aspects that required our cooperation.
As the person in charge of the whole project, I had to take into account all of the safety details, as well as possible issues that could arise during the construction of the project, including potential conflicts with the other party.
After finalizing all the proposal details, the contracts were signed and the date for project commencement was decided on. The person in charge from both companies was asked to be present, to supervise.
After we signed the contracts and shook each other's hands. Linda came over and whispered, "Didn't you apply any ointment on your wound?"
I shook my head. "I'll need to buy some later. There's wasn't any ointment in the room."
"You are a girl. You need to protect yourself more. If it leaves a scar, it will be very difficult for you to get rid of it in the future."
I smiled and hugged the contract in my arms,
"Noted. Is the skirt I'm wearing yours? It looks familiar."
She frowned at it in confusion. "Wasn't this what you wore when you came back from Myanway?"
I was struck dumb. It was then that I saw Hendrix and Sebastian looking at me, observing my clothes.
I vaguely recalled what I wore, and I was sure this was different. At that time in Western Europe, Sebastian bought clothing in pretty much the same style for all four of us.
I looked down at my clothes. Although they looked similar, it was in fact not what I wore. Among the four of us, only Naomi's figure was the same as mine.
So, that meant that the dress belonged to Naomi. I studied Sebastian, curious as to why he had Naomi's dress in his possession.
He coughed when he caught my eye, "It's noon. Let's have lunch together!"
He tried to hide his embarrassment. Seemed like he and Naomi were making far more progress than we imagined.
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