Chapter 98 The Lottery
Sally giggled and nodded, “Of course, this is all for you.” The elevator doors opened, and they all walked out. Behind them were several interns.
“Wow, that’s impressive. She hasn’t even been a designer long, and she already has followers. Sally Lance and Kellan Lincoln have such nerves. Once someone hits it big, they will come running like a bee to honey.”
“Be quiet. What if she hears you? Brittany Cook was sent home after having a misunderstanding with her.”
“Must be different to have someone backing her, but she is divorced, why would her ex-husband help her?”
“We can’t understand the ways of the rich.”
Their voices were not inaudible; Jean, Sally, and Kellan could hear some of what they said. Kellan’s face was emotionless as she said nothing. Sally, on the other hand, was spirited, “Let me go talk to them.”
She was about to go over when Jean held onto her arm, “How about we go check out my office?” Jean’s eyes were shining as though she had not heard a word.
“Jean…” Sally felt sorry for Jean for she knew that it was because of her hard work that she had come this far, and yet people talked bad about her. At the same time, she also respected her. There aren’t many people that could have patience like Jean.
“They don’t bother me. It actually makes me think that I should work harder to further the gap between me and them.” Jean laughed.
The higher she goes, the colder it would be, but at least she could look down at the insignificant beings below her.
She pushed the door open, and all three were stunned by the view before them.
Jean couldn’t remember the last time she had stood in a place with such a good view. The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with beige gauze curtains, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. At that moment, she felt like she had been transported back to her old life.
Sally rushed over to the window and exclaimed, “This is great! Are all the offices for MON & Co. designers this good?”
Kellan shook his head with envy, “Mine’s on the inside. All I see are buildings, not this beautiful scenery.”
The two then looked over at Jean and asked at the same time, “Can we come here often?”
Jean looked over at the spacious couch and coffee table and answered as she ate her biscuits happily, “Of course, you can.”
That afternoon, all the MON & Co. designers were in a meeting. Sally, who was still an intern, was not able to attend. When Jean and Kellan arrived, the room was already filled with people.
“The front row is reserved for the chief designers. The other two of the four are Ingrid Bell and Sky Wilton. They have probably just returned for next week’s fashion magazine cover shoot.” Kellan whispered to Jean.
“Fashion magazine?”
“Yeah, the top fashion magazine, Aveline is inviting twelve celebrities to be models. They will be shooting a special jewelry edition. They will probably have the four designers be In charge of three volumes, but they will sure need helpers.” Kellan told Jean.
Jean’s eyes brightened.
I do love these opportunities.
She looked through the crowd, and besides Hansen Young and Monica Weller, who she had seen before, she saw a woman dressed in a black skirt suit, who was probably Ingrid Bell, and to her side was probably Sky Wilton.
She had history with Sky. Sky and she had both trained under the same teacher back when she was applying to study abroad. It could be said that she and Sky were classmates. However, she wasn’t able to go abroad, and she couldn’t force their history on him. Sky had won many international awards and was now the one with the most influence and power among the four chief designers.
Someone went over and talked to them. Jean squinted at them and saw that person taking a microphone and heading to the stage.
“Everyone, settle down. We will soon be choosing twenty of you here to participate in the jewelry shoot for Aveline Magazine.” Xander Quade’s had a velvety voice that it caught everyone’s attention, “All designers are eligible to participate.”
“That’s great. It would be even better if I get the chance to work under Mr. Wilton.”
“I want to assist Mr. Young.”
The announcement incited everyone’s excitement. Only Jean stayed calm as Xander had not announced the most important thing. How were they going to pick those twenty people?
This wasn’t a fair circle. All the designers here had their own opinions and style; the chief designers did not need an assistant’s opinion or thoughts. They needed one that would listen. Jean was not averse to that; compared to many other people, she was quite sure of her standing. She was no longer the princess from before. Though she was calm, the people around her clamoured in excitement as if they knew they had a shot at one of those twenty places.
“Mr. Young said hi to me this morning.”
“I was in Mr. Young’s team last night, surely this year…”
The comments kept coming.
Kellan lowered his head and did not make a sound.
Jean looked at him and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Kellan gave a bitter smile, “I’ve never been chosen. I know that those chief designers are picky, so I probably won’t have a chance this time too. This isn’t an even playing field.”
Jean completely agreed with what Kellan said, but she wouldn’t give up before even trying.
Jean did not comment on that and looked back to Xander. Xander was announcing the rules. “Real simple, we’ll do it by drawing lots.”
What kind of choosing process is that? Jean’s eyebrow’s creased slightly.
When it was her turn to draw the lot, Xander was looking at her with a queer smile. Before she could think anything about it, she had drawn a piece of paper.
“Congratulations, you will be working with Mr. Wilton.” Xander loudly announced.
Jean had not expected this turnout at all. There were sounds of envious admiration from the crowd below, but she felt as though it couldn’t be real. She looked to Sky Wilton, then to Monica Weller. If she could change her fate, she would want to be with Monica.
“Go.” Monica gently pushed her.
Jean hurried over to sit behind Sky.
“You don’t seem too excited to be in my team. If you want to go to another team, I’ll help you.” There was no emotion on Sky’s face, and it was hard to tell if he was happy or sad.
Jean shook her head.
“You were my first choice.”
It sounded as though she was flirting with him.
Sky was stunned by her response and turned to look at her. When he saw the serious expression on her face, he asked, “Have we met?”
