The Quota
Lyra sat back in her seat. She propped up her chin with her fingers and glanced in the direction of the door.
From the moment they were arguing, there were people watching them from outside.
As she expected, Hank had indeed received the news. There was even an invitation letter from MON‘s competitor company, Lemour.
They asked if Hank and Alma were interested in endorsing a high–end series of jewelry for their company, which was mainly for couples.
To put it bluntly, they hoped to use Hank‘s identity to enter the upper society market.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of invitation would be directly rejected. Keith had already prepared a reply letter, but he did not expect that Hank would actually agree after thinking for a long time. “Sure.” Although Keith was surprised, he immediately replied, “Understood. Mr. Barnwell, I will arrange it now.”
Hank casually clicked on the news on his phone, “Today, the two giants of the jewelry industry, MON and Lemour will continue to compete...”
Lyra wanted to stand up for MON. But the price was that she would understand how cruel this world was.
In the afternoon, the news that Hank and Alma were going to represent Lemour Jewelry was exposed.
Lyra looked at the hot news on her mobile phone, deep in thought. In front of a group of interns, Anna said, “I called everyone over here today to arrange for next week‘s fashion week. Our company and several big jewelry brands are attending together, such as our old rival, Lemour.”
Everyone was excited. “Each of you come up to draw lots and prepare a set of designs according to the rules. The three with the highest scores can participate.” Anna smiled and let the staff bring up a draw box.
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