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The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 146

Erek pulled up to the gallery, "Boss, I signed you up for a driving course. Everything's all set. Just pop in for the test when you can."

After all, being in Imperial City was nothing like being in the international warzones. Here, having her own wheels was just more convenient.

Noella was more than capable behind the wheel, and there was no need for her to waste time in driving classes. She could knock out all the tests in one go.

"If you're driving next time and run into a numbskull like we did earlier, just floor it and send him flying!"

Noella's voice was cool and detached, "In another place, he'd be dead."

It was only because of the ongoing business between the Gruber family and the Schnabel family that Walden was still breathing.

If Walden had encountered Noella out on the front lines, he would've been greeted with bullets and fists from people of the Obelisk Organization - and those didn't discriminate!

Noella stepped into the gallery, her attention immediately drawn to a group of people causing quite a ruckus up front.

Travis, clutching a pile of sketches, glared at the intern before him who was practically quivering.

"I told you to revise this draft; how long has it been? Why isn't it done?"

"I'm sorry. I've revised it six times already. I didn't even sleep last night."

Travis slammed the sketches on the table in front of the intern, his voice rising in anger, "Your lack of sleep is your own inefficiency. I told you what to change. You can't get it right, and you’re blaming me?"

"But didn't you mean the first draft? When I did it that way, you said it wasn't good."

"You're talking back now? The revisions are poor because of your own incompetence. Do you even want your internship stipend this month?"

The intern was on the verge of tears, the injustice of it all shadowing her eyes darkly. She crouched down, tears falling as she bowed her head.

Approaching them, Noella picked up the sketches, "What needs so many revisions?"

On seeing her, the gallery staff immediately bowed, "Good morning, Ms. Schnabel."

Travis immediately plastered on a sycophantic smile, "Ms. Schnabel, good to see you. This is just a minor issue; these interns are slackers, unable to handle even the simplest tasks. You needn't worry."

Noella looked at the intern, "Got a pen?"

"Yes, right here!"

The intern hastily wiped her tears and handed over a pen.

Efficiently, Noella began to mark the sketch, circling overlooked details, "See, the perspective data here is off; you need to subtract from the base number. Change the theme color in this section to highlight the artwork better. The figures here should be like this."

The intern was in awe. How did Ms. Schnabel spot all the issues in just a few minutes?

Many issues Travis hadn't noticed, feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint what, were laid bare by Ms. Schnabel with a few swift strokes.

"Do you see these errors, Travis?"

Travis felt Noella's piercing gaze and a cold sweat broke out on his back. "Well...Ms. Schnabel, I'm not an expert in gallery work."

"If you're not an expert, why not delegate these tasks to someone who is? Don’t you think it’s irresponsible to dictate professional work with an amateur's eye?"

Travis hung his head, caught between shame and embarrassment, "I...I’m sorry, Ms. Schnabel."

Noella handed the revised sketch back to the intern, her touch warm as she wiped away her tears, gentle in her movements.

"Clear now?"

"Yes. Thank you, Ms. Schnabel!" The intern was starstruck.

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