What dreaded her most was the thought that she could not procure some of them any more no matter how hard she tried. Needless to say, there were some other things she would never want to procure at all. Things were totally different now.
With a pair of ten-centimeter high claret stiletto and a purse of the same color on her hand, today Ximena wore a white lace-outlined shirt, coupled with a black high-waist skirt. Walking her way to the company, she walked with a highly raised head and an arrogantly cold pace.
"Good morning, Miss Mo." The reception girl on the front desk greeted her with a warm smile. But she just received a nonchalant nod from Ximena rather than a smile in return and just watched her walk towards the elevator.
Her company, which was once an open humble workshop had turned to be an eight-story building now. Her business covered from design to production. But it still held fast to its core competitiveness, hand-tailoring service. The top floor of the building was the place designed for the offices, workroom and conference room dedicated to Ximena, and other prominent leaders of the company. In addition to the first floor, which was used as display area and reception area, the other floors housed the respective workshops. The higher a person's post in the company was, the high floor the person worked at. Moreover, one's class of position was not based on education background, nor how many awards won before entering the company. Ximena instead classified each employee according to his or her skills and capabilities.
Exiting the elevator, one of the leaders of the company came to Ximena and handed her the financial statement,"Miss Ximena, this is the financial statement of this quarter."
Looking down at the papers neatly clipped on the folder, Ximena did not take it over and said,"Its fine if you have checked it already." Without stopping her footsteps and walking towards her office, she replied with a soft voice. "I have told you many times that since I have chosen you, it means I trust you. If I don't put you in charge of these things, it means that I don't trust you anymore."
Hearing Ximena's words, the leader nodded with a slight smile on his face and took the financial statement away. He was one of the first followers of Ximena. All these years working with her, he had been so loyal and the reason was totally for the Highness. He was too afraid to show dishonesty and even get too lax at work for fear of Aaron. Actually, he had won a multitude of awards in the field of design. In effect, he was loath to do designing at that time. Least his talent would be futile if it won't be used to its full potential. He did not want to pretend to be a freshman in the field of design, considering that he was so fond of it. However, to his surprise, this woman changed his mind. Ximena worked some magic on him that made him stay and work for her. Furthermore, aside from designing gowns and dresses for her, she also assigned him to handle the company's finances putting him in such a fragile position. Now he still worked for her company not for the order from the Highness, but for his personal convictions, he really wanted to keep working in this company, he had learned to love the company after all.
Like an ad went,"You never have to adjust yourself for the market and forget about your original work. You could just stay true to yourself. Ximena's company is the place for talents to give full play to potential. Here, you could design anything based on your imagination, no matter how crazy or ludicrous it was. With Ximena as your boss, for sure, you would find someone who would love your works one day." This was the unique reason that he desired to work for her. This was the intriguing feature of the company.
Meanwhile, with a pencil on hand, Ximena unfolded a piece of paper on the table and started to draw lines. One line after another, all these simple lines turned out to be valuable design rather than the simple lines as they were originally worthless.
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