In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 54

It’s my boss, Steven Song.

As soon as he sees me, his eyes are lit up and he pulls me into the room.

“I get a tough problem. You designed it. Come in and explain.”

I follow Steven Song in and immediately see Frances Louis sitting in the main seat.

According to the rules of the business, those sitting on the main seat are either the owner or the distinguished guest.

In Frances Louis's lofty attitude, I believe he is the latter.

Frances Louis glances at me, then withdraws his gaze and continues talking to the man next to him.

He pretends not to know me. That's fine. I don’t want others to know about our relationship.

Song Group owns a large luxury brand, which produces only advanced customization. I am responsible for the design of a man’s belt.

To be honest, a lot of times my designs are inspired by a single thought. If someone wants me to explain, I wouldn't be able to tell why.

“This is my assistant, Jane Noyes.” Steven Song introduces me to the group and takes me to the table.

There are only two empty seats left. Being stupefied for a while, Steven Song takes the seat next to Frances Louis, while I sit next to him.

Steven Song knows my relationship with Frances Louis. The reason why he sits there is that he doesn’t want me to feel awkward.

“Miss Noyes has come. Let her explain what kind of belt can be sold on the price of 8.88 million.” One fat ma says.

I look at Steven Song and begin to describe my design according to his indication.

“Belt is the closest decoration to the human body besides clothes. Since close to the body, that the most important thing is comfortable. So, we use the top-quality cowhide, with superb workmanship, to make it soft and tough. In this way, the belt can maintain the stereoscopic appearance, as well as to fit to the radian of us to the maximum degree, which enhances the comfort. The buckle is designed as an embossed crown, each corner of which is inlaid with the finest diamonds from South Africa. As for the middlemost diamond, we used a pink diamond. The whole belt is modest but luxurious, with superior workmanship, and the sense of taste arises spontaneously. These diamonds are expensive at their own value, and the belt are sold in limited quantities, so there is nothing wrong with a higher price. Besides, isn't 888 the number that businessmen like best?”

In fact, I can see that there are people in the room who want to buy it, but don’t want to spend so much money on it.

The belt is limited to 500 pieces worldwide and is intended for the richest men. Every belt can bring the benefit of millions of dollars.

Frances Louis, who is sitting opposite me, suddenly stands up and smiles at me, “Miss Noyes said that the belt is very comfortable, but now I may have drunk too much wine, and I feel a little strangled. I don’t know how to adjust the belt. Will Miss Noyes help me?”

Don’t know how to adjust? How could he say it?! He adjusted the belt well when he came out this morning!

I know Frances Louis wants to hassle me on purpose.

But what I know more is that I am really careless in the design of this belt. People who wear the belt don’t feel comfortable to adjust it. In other words, this kind of belt is only suitable for other people to help them adjust.

There are some people in this room who really want to buy this belt and I can’t destroy Steven Song’s business.

Biting my lips, I stand up and reach for Frances Louis's waist with trembling hands.

He doesn't have a beer belly, the waistline and muscles at his waist fit into his shirt, and his entire upper body exudes an intoxicating hormonal scent.

And the belt is just at the awkward position between the upper body and the lower body. My face blushes involuntarily.

It feels so weird to unlock Frances Louis's belt in front of so many people.

I narrate the using method as well as I unlock his belt, trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Something as delicate as this, must be unlocked by a woman to make a man feel noble. Imagine the woman of your dreams, with her boneless little hands, gently untying this belt.”

I peek around at the audience, and their eyes are glaring. It looks like what I just said is working. Men are lower-body thinking animals. My words have pleased them.