Let Me Go Mr Hill novel Chapter 23

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 23
“Alright Jones, keep up with the good work. Perhaps the traffic will increase after lunch hour. Seize the opportunity to hand out the leaflets as quickly as you can. I agreed to hire you because I think your pretty appearance might attract clients. You must work hard. A great designer is useless if she can’t close deals.”

“I will.”

Catherine ended the call quietly.

Shaun stole a glimpse of her out of the corners of his eyes. The car was not spacious, thus he overheard the entire conversation with her boss. “You should work somewhere else.”

She twitched her lips into a bitter smile. “It doesn’t matter which company I work for. Everything will be difficult in the beginning.”

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel without commenting further.

Coincidentally, they drove past an unusual-looking building with a unique style. “What’s that place?” he asked casually.

“Melbourne Culture and Technology Center.” Something came into her mind out of the blue. “The construction has just recently been completed. Summit wanted to take on the design project but lost the opportunity to another company. Not long ago, I was thinking of taking on the design project myself but there’s no point even thinking about it now.”

“Why?”

“They’re doing an open bidding process. A small company like ours isn’t even qualified to join the bidding process.”

“Even so, your company will not be able to secure the bid.”

“That’s not true.” The confidence was evident in her tone. “I was crowned champion in the AM Award in the United States. Countless companies offered me a chance to work with them. Back then, as I was certain that I would inherit the family business, I rejected the offers and returned to Summit. I dare say no one else in the whole of Melbourne is better in designing than me.”

Shaun twitched his lips. Unexpectedly, the thick-skinned woman was confident in herself too.

“Alright, I can give you a chance to join the bidding.”

Catherine straightened up in the seat, her eyes widening in surprise. Her jelly-like luscious lips parted slightly as if she could not believe her ears. “Are you serious?”

“It’s up to you if you’ll emerge the winner. Show me if you’re actually as capable as you claim to be.” He raised his eyebrows, still keeping his eyes on the road.

“I’m certainly not boasting. I’m confident I can win this.” She felt her brain bubbling with excitement.