One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 17 Kill Three Birds with One Stone

The Murphy Group was largest group of luxury goods in East Asia, with several blue chip brands under

its name, including perfume, jewelry, makeup, shoes and handbags.

Oddly, however, the Murphy Group had not been involved in clothing until the beginning of this year,

when it finally opened a clothing company, but due to the lack of good designers, the clothing company

had become the lowest subsidiary of the Murphy Group.

Violet poured herself a glass of water. "It was Mr. Moore who recommended me to Mr. Murphy to

participate in the 'Born of Fire' project of the Murphy Group."

"That's great!” Jessie clapped hands excitedly, "With your talent, this project is not a problem for you.

The clothing company of the Murphy Group can get rid of the bottom of the group and you will get

reputation. Our brand ‘Voice of Heart’ will become famous because of your reputation. This is killing

three birds with one stone."

"Yeah, so from now on, ‘Voice of Heart’ relies on you. I'm going to stay in the Murphy Group for some

time."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Jessie clapped her chest.

Subsequently, two people discussed the future development plan.

After Jessie left, Violet went to the bathroom to take a bath and then got into bed.

The next day, she sent two kids to the kindergarten and took a taxi to the Murphy Group.

Standing downstairs the Murphy Group, she took out the business card and dialed the number on it.

The phone was soon connected, and the man's cold voice said, "Who is it?"

Hearing the man's voice in the ear, Violet was inexplicably nervous.

She slightly took a breath and calmed herself down before she answered, “Mr. Murphy, I am Violet

Hunt, I am downstairs your company."

"Ok, please wait, I will have someone to pick you up." Stanley said and hung up the phone.

Violet had to hang up the phone and stood in situ waiting.

A few minutes later, an elite man dressed in a sharp suit came over, took a look at her before he said,

"Is this Miss Violet Hunt?"

"Yes." Violet answered.

The man pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Hello, Miss Hunt, I am Fraser,

assistant of Mr. Murphy. I am here to pick you up."

"Thank you, Fraser." Violet bent slightly.

Fraser smiled politely and motioned her to go, "Miss Hunt, please follow me."

"Ok." Violet pulled up her skirt and followed up.

When they were in the president's office, Fraser went down to get coffee, leaving Violet alone to meet

the man with imposing momentum behind the desk.

He put down a pile of design drawing in the hand and look at her lightly, "Mr. Moore gave it to me and

said it is one of you best designs, but, honestly, I am disappointed. Your design style is entry lux for

minority, which is not the top luxury needed for the ‘Born of Fire’ project."

Hearing that, Violet was nervous.

So, she was out?

"But..." Suddenly the man spoke again.

Violet's heart that had sunk to the bottom suddenly lifted it up again.

She pressed down her tension, pinching her palm, "Go ahead, Mr. Murphy."

"Your design has redeeming features. It's also inspirational. How about this, for the next month, you

draw ten first drafts for the project. If your first draft is qualified, I will allow you to be the chief designer.

Stanley picked up a document marked with project materials and put it in front of Violet.

Violet took a look at it and confirmed with him, “Are you serious? As soon as my first draft is qualified, I

can be the chief designer?"

Stanley found that her eyes changed, so he became resolute and raised his eyebrows, "I never tell a

lie."

"Well, I'll be the chief designer!" Violet took the document and and held it in her arms.

Looking at her confident bright smile, Stanley was stunned at first and then his eyes became slightly

dark.

At this time, Fraser came in with coffee.

Violet took a sip and then wanted to get to work.

Stanley waved his hand, "Take her to the design department, let ask Phoebe to arrange her work."

Phoebe?

Violet froze. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Was that the Phoebe she knew?