Chapter 99 Eye Sore
Everyone in the design department gathered on the twenty–sixth floor. They nervously watched Eric seated behind his desk, his expression cold and unyielding.
Eric’s long, elegant fingers flipped through the design proposals, sketches, and drafts submitted by the designers. His aura grew increasingly low.
Kate stood beside him. Her gaze fixed on the designs, and her brows furrowed slightly.
Many of the designers‘ works failed to impress her. She was particularly impressed by the designs created by the nine designers who were recently dismissed.
They looked rushed and careless to Kate.
After reviewing all the designs, Eric looked up, his gaze sweeping across the room. His eyes grew colder.
He picked up his phone and gave Miles a call. When the call connected, he said curtly, “Come to my company now.”
Eric’s voice was filled with unwavering authority. On the other end of the line, Miles protested, “Eric, you’re so ruthless! I’m in the middle of a shower!”
Eric’s gaze grew colder. His index finger tapped the table twice, and he declared, “You have twenty minutes.”
“Alright! Alright!”
Grumbling, Miles quickly got dressed and rushed out the door.
When Eric said twenty minutes, Miles knew he had to make it or face the consequences.
The twenty–sixth floor was silent. Under Eric’s icy aura, everyone dared not make a sound.
Miles arrived in just fifteen minutes. He stepped out of the elevator to see Eric exuding a chilling aura. Miles grumbled, “Eric, what’s so urgent? Oh, are these people your designers? What’s going
on?”
Miles’s chatter instantly broke the cold atmosphere.
He immediately noticed Kate, who stood beside Eric. His eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, “Oh, my
muse!”
Miles hurried forward, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Kate.
Eric shot a warning glance at Miles and then pushed the design drafts towards him.
Reluctantly, Miles tore his gaze from Kate and looked at the drafts. His brows knitted, and he
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This one’s too old–fashioned.”
“This one’s so sloppy.”
“This one looks like a child’s work!”
“Oh, Eric, are these really your company’s designers‘ works? They’re an eye sore!”
Miles dramatically covered his eyes, feigning distress. He asked sorrowfully, “Why would you show me these? I need to see some real talent in order to cleanse my eyes.”
The designers present were left speechless.
For a moment, they didn’t know what to say.
Miles dismissed the designs they were so proud of, saying they lacked skill and were no better than children’s scribbles.
Miles was an internationally renowned designer, a genius in the field, and a multi–award winner. So, their humiliation, while stinging, was not entirely unwarranted.
Eric glanced at the designers, whose faces had turned ashen, then coldly smirked before pulling out his phone. He quickly displayed an image and handed it to Miles.
Kate didn’t catch what was on Eric’s phone, but Miles froze in shock upon seeing it.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously and then exclaimed in awe. “Oh, Eric, whose design is this? I’ve never seen such an inspiring piece! I need to meet this designer!”
Miles was nearly drooling over Eric’s phone, lost in admiration.
Just as he wanted another look, Eric snatched the phone back without a second thought.
Miles’s face fell instantly.