"Is there such a thing?"
Nancy was stunned.
Obviously, she had never thought of such a thing.
"Yes," I replied with a bitter smile on my face.
I just admitted it without elaborating on it.
After all, all that had happened became scars for me. Now the scars formed scabs to some extent. I didn't want to elaborate on them again.
Nancy didn't ask me anything further.
When we were sitting together silently, sounds of footsteps came from the distance.
I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw Mabel walking towards us in a long slip dress.
Seeing us, she sneered, "Oh, I do envy you for being so idle. I'm different. For my work this time, I have to refer to many things as well as design many things for it. The drafting makes me as busy as a bee."
Mabel stood at the intersection and looked at me as if she were waiting for us to speak.
However, Nancy and I had a tacit understanding. And neither of us answered.
Mabel hooked up the corner of her mouth and said awkwardly, "Oh, I have to go first. I have a lot of things to do."
Nancy and I still didn't speak.
As soon as Mabel left, I said, "Last time, she copied my work. And this time, she could even enter the final. I find it so incredible."
"That's all because of Lisa Emerson." Nancy looked in the direction where Mabel had left and said lightly, "Lisa is quite capable and loyal. And she is good at communication. For the ones who follow her, she surely won't let them suffer losses."
"In fact, it is a virtue of hers. However, it will only be so on the condition that her character is good."
"Yes, she's indeed good."
Nancy told me something about Lisa.
As a result, I dramatically had a good impression of Lisa.
It was almost noon. Nancy wanted to go back to work on the design. So I said goodbye to her.
After returning to the room, I roughly looked around at it. The room was empty. It seemed that Patrick had left.
I sat on the couch and wanted to turn on the computer again. Only then did I notice that there was a note on the computer. And the handwriting of Patrick was on it.
The note read, "My room is next to you. And you can come to me whenever you need help."
My room was at the corner of the resort. And there was only one room next door which was of the same room type as mine...
As far as I was concerned. Patrick had been living in the most luxurious suite in the resort.
I didn't expect him to live here.
Even so, it had nothing to do with me.
What I had to do was to figure out a good design.
I held the computer in one hand and circled around the room. Only then did I realize that I had made light of the task of the competition this time which actually couldn't be solved with ease.
Everybody knew how to design a room.
However, the simpler the task was, the harder it would be for the contestants to win a prize.
What's more, among the seven people in the final, except for me, all of them were genuine masters.
In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. Sitting in my room, I wrote and drew something quickly in my notebook. However, in the end, everything I drew was in vain.
I sat in my room in a daze for two days.
It wasn't only I was almost done with tearing off the whole notebook that I finally felt that I had a clue.
When I was about to work on a draft, I heard a loud noise outside the door.
I heard sounds of messy footsteps, women's laughter, and men's whispering.
"What's going on?"
"It is clear that here is the remotest place of the resort. Few people pass by here at ordinary times. How could there be so many people here in an instant?"
I got up, stretched myself, and walked to the yard.
When I walked out, I saw seven or eight people entering the next room.
It seemed that all of them were the participants of the final.
"The next room..."
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Charlotte is really annoying. She assumes soooooo much it's irritating...