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Chapter 31 : Her Confident Smile Was Enchanting
Chapter 31 : Her Confident Smile Was Enchanting
Chapter 31 : Her confident smile was enchanting
Ana stood up, looked at Josefina and said in a low voice.
-That's enough. She hasn't offended you, it's not bad to be pretty!
-Haha, they are jealous that she is prettier than them!
A colleague joked saying.
Josefina threw her pen at him.
-Ya! You haven't received your orders yet, so don't waste your time!
Another colleague intervened to stop him, and this time they all fell silent.
Ana also sat down.
Leaving the door closed, Micaela approached the desk.
Kiki handed her a document and she took it.
-This design book, we've had it for two months. Everyone in the office has tried it, even the first and
third sectors. The clients are not happy with any of the designs, so tell me your idea tomorrow.
Micaela gave it a cursory glance. It was a design request for a custom necklace model.
Kiki handed her another folder.
-These are the client's details, and you can contact her.
-Okay.
-Don't rush the drawing, read the information first and talk to me tomorrow if you have any ideas.
Kiki looked at Micaela.
-I believe in you.
Micaela looked up and smiled.
-Me too!
Because just now I had an idea as I was flipping through the requirements.
Kiki also smiled as she watched Micaela leave the office.
Micaela, she was special.
And her confident smile, it was charming.
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When she left work and tried to catch the bus, she saw across the street, the mall where she had
bought her clothes earlier, and somehow got inside.
When she came out, she was carrying a blanket.
"In case you want to stay over one day, I can at least provide you with a blanket..... "
She shook her head to rid him of this idea!
"It's just that I'm afraid of the cold, so I'm going to buy it, that's it!"
She tried not to blush.
When I returned to the neighborhood, she hurried to take the clothes from the dry cleaners.
Since the clothes were very expensive, and also expedited, it cost her a lot of money.
Back home, he dropped off the bags, sat down on the couch, and looked at the SMS balance on his
bank card, which was enough to keep until payday.
Leaving a portion, he transferred the rest of the money to another account.
It belonged to the director of the orphanage where she had lived for two years as a child.
Most of the money she saved, she contributed to the orphanage.
That place was not in good condition, and thanks to the director, the orphanage was not closed and so
many children had shelter.
Since she was able to do so, Micaela returned the favor to the orphanage little by little, and to help
more displaced children....
The cell phone suddenly vibrated and it was a Whatsapp message.
-Dear, I've arrived!
It was a message from Alba.
Micaela was about to reply, and before she could write, she received message after message.
-I just arrived and I miss you so much!
-How are you feeling on your first day of work?
-Have you been in touch with Carlos?
-Have you also told him that you like him?
Behind them was a string of evil smiley emojis.
"Can you let me respond to your messages?"
-You're ignoring me. Okay, I'm going to eat. I'm hungry.
"You didn't give me a chance to send a message, okay?"
-Have a good relationship haha, bye, kiss.
Micaela wrote and deleted, and when he saw the last message she sent, he gave up.
She looked up to look at the man's clothes....
Shyly burying her head in the pillow.
After straightening his mood, he picked up his cell phone and set out to take the first step to contact
Carlos.
As she had saved his phone number, so a prompt to add Carlos as a friend had appeared some time
ago, but he hadn't come to add himself.
He decided to take the initiative.
In the notes, she wrote: I'm Micaela.
As if doing something very important, Micaela took a deep breath and then clicked.
Send!
Micaela hung up the cell phone and immediately flipped through the information of the client she had
brought in today, she wasn't going to wait for the answer all the time....
This was a twenty-one year old girl who was ready to enter the entertainment industry, so she wanted a
sparkly necklace to wear when she officially debuted on the runway.
The client's profile didn't include her real name, just a stage name, Ivanna.
They were the same age and from the same university.
Micaela felt that something was strange, but she didn't give it another thought. It was the dream of
many girls to enter the entertainment industry.
She looked at her phone, but there was still no answer.
"Maybe he's busy."
She gathered up the information, walked into the room, sat down at the desk and started drawing.
Although Kiki had said not to rush, words could not be as convincing as a design.
A sketch also took time and effort.
She was so hungry that she realized it was already nine o'clock at night.
He hurriedly put down the pen and paper, went to cook noodles for dinner, and then took a bath before
returning to his room. He checked to see that he still hadn't received a reply.
For what she had decided, Micaela had no regrets.
So she put the phone down and kept drawing until she was too tired to go to bed.
The next day, when she arrived at the office, everyone was there.
She sat down in her seat and continued with the design.
Anne came over, took a look and exclaimed.
-Wow, you draw very well!
The rest of her colleagues heard this, leaned over and couldn't help but admire her. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
-How nice!
-Kiki chose the right person!
Josefina, who had spoken ill of Micaela yesterday, also took a look and said to another colleague.
-It's bland, the client decides if it's good or not.
In fact, Micaela had recognized that Josefina was the same as yesterday in the elevator, but she did
not know where that inexplicable hostility of hers came from....
-You're right. That client is so difficult to deal with, she's not satisfied with many of our designs.
-Mr. Berganza's design in the first department was somewhat similar to hers, but it failed as usual.
Ana was not happy and responded:
-Are you kidding me? You can see that the concept is completely different.