Chapter 37 Who Do You Think You Are?
The celebratory mood got stronger and stronger as the mid-winter holiday approached. Everyone had their holiday decorations up.
Nicole had forgotten the last time she had celebrated the mid-winter holiday back in her home country. She thought she might have stopped celebrating ever since her mother’s death.
With Zachary helping her to care for Hayden, Nicole had plenty of time to kick back and relax. She sorted out her drafts. Before the mid-winter holiday came, she wanted to confirm the upcoming fashion season’s direction with Colton. That way, she would still have time to make changes to her drafts.
Zachary wanted to drop Nicole off at the Gardner Corporation building, but she rejected his offer when she saw how happy he was playing with her son. “Just play with Hayden. I’ll be back soon.”
Even though the mid-winter holiday was coming up soon, Gardner Corporation was still in full swing.
Nicole didn’t put any makeup on. She simply had a normal-looking fleece coat, and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Before she arrived, she called Colton, informing him that she would be coming by this morning to discuss the drafts. When she entered the building, she didn’t need anyone to lead her around; she headed straight for the president’s office as she was already familiar with the route.
Nicole promptly knocked on the door, but no one answered her. Just as she was about to open the door, someone called out to her.
“Who are you?” It was a clear female voice.
Nicole turned her head to see a woman. The woman was dressed in a black set of office wear, but her figure was stunning. The office wear perfectly outlined her curves. The entire ensemble not only looked fashionable, but it even had a relaxed and elegant air to it.
“I’m Nicole Anderson. I’m here to deliver some design drafts,” Nicole greeted in a friendly manner.
The woman’s expression had a hint of doubt in it. She swept her gaze up and down Nicole a few times before narrowing her eyes. “Delivering drafts? All drafts are only handed over after the department head has gone over them and picked out the final ones. Do you even need to come all the way here?”
Nicole looked at the woman. The woman was clearly hostile. With no other choice, Nicole attempted to explain herself. “I’m here to see Colton Gard—”
Before Nicole could finish, the woman interrupted her by snatching the drafts she was holding.
“I’m President Gardner’s secretary, Amber Delaney,” Amber said, displeased. She looked down at Nicole’s drafts, disdain clear in her eyes. She snorted. With one arm folded below her chest and the other holding the drafts, she stared at Nicole. “You call these designs? This isn’t even fit to be called garbage.”
Nicole looked at this haughty woman. Her brows knitted together. Not even fit to be called garbage? She just thought it hilarious. As she looked at Amber, she asked, “So, you must be an amazing designer then, right? Since you said that my designs aren’t even worthy of being garbage, tell me then—what’s wrong with the designs?”
Amber lifted her chin. A condescending smirk danced on her lips as she looked at the indignant Nicole. Her grip on Nicole’s drafts loosened a little, and the papers drifted to the ground. “I’ve seen my fair share of women like you, trying to use President Gardner for their own gains on their first day at work. You’ve got the wrong idea in your head. You should just be an honest person and do your own job properly. Don’t think about doing something as debauched as that!”
She then scanned Nicole. Coming all the way up to the president’s office without even a work badge? This girl must be a new intern. She had been Colton’s secretary for two years now, and had seen plenty of women who planned to take advantage of Colton. This girl isn’t a looker, but she sure has guts.
Nicole lowered her head to look at her scattered drafts, and she couldn’t help smirking. She then lifted her head to look at Amber. “Pick them up,” she said slowly.
“Are you dreaming or what? You want me to pick them up?” Amber couldn’t help but snicker when she heard Nicole’s words. She looked as though she was looking at someone who was slow. “Who do you think you are?”
