Chapter 9
The next day, at Vaenna Jewelry…
Maisie sat in her own office going through the designs of the company’s jewelry collections over the years and flung the files on the desk. “Where’s all the creativity? From what I see, they don’t even know the definition of the word ‘design’. Are all the jewelry that Vaenna Jewelry has spent so much money to manufacture over the years there to only make up the number?”
The staff standing in the office looked embarrassed. “Miss Zora, Director Vanderbilt said that all new designs should only follow Vaenna’s original design concept.”
Maisie leaned against the chair with her arms crossed and smiled. “What’s the original design concept that you’ve been following?”
She lifted the pictures and jewelry database. “These are completely inconspicuous rubbish when you show them to the fashion and jewelry industry. Director Vanderbilt is truly capable, huh? She fired all the elites in the design department right after taking office. And when Vaenna couldn’t even make any of its own products, she could only sell the leftovers from other companies. She can’t even lose money like a pro.”
The clerk stopped speaking.
Maisie stood up and said, “Take me to the raw material warehouse.”
“Okay.” The clerk nodded.
Maisie and the clerk walked toward the raw material warehouse and happened to run into a man that she did not want to see at the entrance of the elevators.
Nolan’s eyes dimmed slightly upon seeing that she had straight-up ignored him, and he turned around. “Wouldn’t you greet someone when you see them?”
Maisie stopped and thought that he was a man who could afford $150,000,000, after all. Thus, she gnashed her teeth, turned around, and smiled faintly. “Yes, it’s nice to see you, Mr. Goldmann.”
“Where are you going, Miss Vanderbilt?”
Maisie was dumbfounded. ‘He actually knows that I’m a Vanderbilt?’
Nolan walked up to her. “Where are you going?”
‘This man is indeed very idle.’
Maisie grinned. “Why ask? Should I ask for your permission every time I head over to the raw material warehouse, Mr. Goldmann?”
‘Willow’s man is quite controlling, huh?’
“Great, I also want to know what you can discover when you get to the raw material warehouse.”
Maisie was rendered speechless.
The raw material warehouse was a place where the ores and raw materials used to manufacture jewelry were stored. When the female staff turned on the lights, boxes could be seen stacked in the corners of the huge warehouse, and the rough diamonds that had not been cut were placed on the shelves on the table.
There was a cutting machine on the table, and all the materials were complete.
Maisie walked to the shelf, grabbed an ore, and took a good look at it. She then brought the gemstone and moved toward the cutting machine.
The female clerk was alarmed and asked hurriedly, “Miss Zora, what are you doing?”
Maisie did not answer. Instead, she used the machine to cut the rough diamond open, and she noticed something as soon as she got into one of the ores.
“Wow, Vaenna has even picked up the falsification of gemstones now?” Maisie picked up the cut rough diamond and walked to the female clerk. “Who’s in charge of the raw material warehouse?”
The clerk replied nervously, “It’s Director Chester.”
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