A Crazy Wife

Chapter 44 The Hierarchy in The Company

Knock knock.

"Come in."

"Rose, it's me," Hannah pushes open the office door with the design in her arms, smiling and walking

towards Rose's desk.

"You're just in time. Go get me a cup of coffee."

A single sentence prevents her from handing over the design. She freezes for a moment, takes a deep

breath and then takes Rose's glass.

"I'm on my way."

When she is just about to go, she hears Rose’s complaint, "What a mess! What are we? In primary

school? "

With that, a bunch of drawings are all rolled up with a 'thud' and thrown into the trash.

"Why haven’t you gone yet?" Rose notices the document in Hannah's hand, "What's in your hand?"

Stunned by her anger, Hannah says, "Here's a sketch of the design that I want to show you for the fall

and winter collection." Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Rose sizes her up, seemingly surprised, and spit out a sentence "Put it there."

Hannah leaves her drawing on the table, feeling relieved.

When she goes out to make coffee, she meets Heather, who comes up to her with a lot of documents

in hands. It looks like he is in a hurry.

"Good morning, Heather," greets Hannah.

Heather, however, suddenly stumbles, and the documents in his hand 'clatter' all over the floor.

"Oh my God..."

Seeing the mess, Hannah squats down right away to help her pick up all the documents, "Did I scare

you just now?"

"It's okay it's okay..." Heather’ is busy cleaning up the mess on the floor. A few papers are blown away

so she moves back several steps to pick them up.

On the floor are some designs, and some of them are good.

"Is this all the work of the interviewees today? These are great designs to consider as a jewellery style

for this fall and winter."

Heather suddenly turns around, looking a bit nervous, "They are all drafts, and they’re still for Rose to

review."

With that, Heather grabs the design in Hannah’s hands and walks away.

Hannah is puzzled. What kind of draft? Isn't this the work of the interviewee? It's signed Gordan in the

bottom right corner. There doesn't seem to be anyone named Gordan in the design department.

But Hannah still goes to the pantry to make coffee and accomplishes her duty.

"Rose, coffee."

"Well, thanks." After taking a sip of her coffee, Rose sets it aside and proceeds to look at the drawings

that are very unappealing to her. And she, one by one, throws them in the trash.

Hannah does not see her drawing in the trash can, but she finds it in a folder under Rose's mouse pad.

She leaves the office with a silent sigh.

She thought that Rose would be different, but now she realizes that everyone in this business is the

same. It is indeed hard to get someone in a high position to be completely open-minded and accept the

opinions of newcomers.

Although Hannah is prepared to fail, see her drawing treated as a mouse pad, she still feels depressed

for a day, especially when she thinks of how the Greens set up a jewellery studio specifically for her the

second she got back from abroad.

After work, Hannah drags herself out of the company after a day of odd jobs, and suddenly she sees a

familiar figure from afar. it is Heather, the one who was shocked by her in the morning. Before she can

say hello, she is greeted by a handsome man.

"Hannah."

A boyish voice pulls back Hannah's attention from Heather.

"Sebastian," Hannah looks back and sees the man, "I thought you’d left."

"I was in the bathroom."

So the two of them walks out of the group gate side by side, and Hannah points at Heather in the

distance, asking, "Is that Heather’s boyfriend?"

"Who?" Sebastien looks at where she’s pointing, “No, I've seen her boyfriend before, he's not as tall as

that person there, who is most likely a student at the interview..."

"Students?"

"Well, there's been a lot of interviews going on lately, and hence a lot of attempts at nepotism as well.

Look at how smug Heather has been recently, as she has the power to decide whether someone can

step into our industry."

Hannah nods her head in agreement.

Hannah does not know this, but now she understands how hierarchy plays a big role in the company.

Although Heather is only a design assistant, as long as she says no, no matter how much talent you

have, you cannot even enter the door of the Shahbaz Group.

“Heather is Rose's chief design assistant, if my design could be approved by Heather, it might also be

approved by Rose.” Hannah's eyes suddenly brighten when she thinks of this.

Meanwhile, within the Waterloo military area -

They are stretching in the playground, where the sound of slogans coming one after another.

Meanwhile, inside a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner, Chester holds onto the railing on both

sides, gradually relaxing the force on his wrists, in an attempt to find the feeling in his legs.

The lieutenant, standing upright beside him, suggests, "You come to the military every day to do rehab,

this round trip is a hassle. Why don’t you just live in the military, to avoid wasting time dealing with

things at home."

Chester finishes his 'walk' and continues to brace himself on the railing, his face oozing with fine sweat,

glistening in the sunlight.

"I'm afraid it would take more work if I don’t go back and forth every day, and it may not be safe to live

in a military area, considering what has happened before?"

His voice is clear and cold, and with the sunset, it's somehow depressed.

"Some clues have been found about the explosion five years ago. The two soldiers who were in charge

of patrolling the mine-guards area were drugged so they passed out all afternoon. As for the road

signs, you don't have to be a genius to work out that someone changed them."

"What about specifics?"

"That's still not much of a clue for now."

"After five years of searching, we still have no leads. This man is hiding so well."

"I'm just afraid it's an inside job."

The lieutenant's voice is vaguely worried, "If it's an insider, we really will have to be more careful in the

future."

"Then you should be careful now, and not talking to me about this in the open air." Chester looks at

him.

When the deputy returns to his senses, Chester says, "It's late, I should get back."

"Yes."

When helping Chester into his wheelchair, the lieutenant notices, out of the corner of his eye, that there

is a shadow at the hospital gates, stretched long by the setting sun and covering the pavement.

He looks back at Chester, “Sir, you didn’t use to care about the time of returning home, but now you’re

trying to be punctual every day," he teases with a twinkle in his eye, “which by the way, happens to be

the time when your wife comes home."

Chester doesn't deny it, allowing the words to be heard by whoever is spying on them.