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    Vincent was on the line. Katelyn suspected he might have caught wind of the negativements online. Hesitating briefly, she answered the call and greeted him politely.


    “Hello, Mr. Adams.”


    “Miss Bailey, I’m calling about our coboration,” Vincent replied, getting straight to the point. He was gazing down at the bustling street below from beside a French window, his hand in his trouser pocket.


    Katelyn straightened up immediately, her tone turning serious.


    Vincent spoke softly, “Our coboration is vital to Adams Group. After reviewing your recent design themes and drafts, my team has a few suggestions. We’d like to have you over for a group discussion to finalize the overall design concepts and address any relevant concerns.”


    Katelyn was taken aback. Known as the top designer, she wasn’t ustomed to her designs being questioned. Vincent had seemed quite pleased with her ideas previously. With a slight frown, Katelyn wondered if the public bacsh was influencing Vincent’s stance now.


    Vincent, sensing her hesitation, added, “Miss Bailey, please excuse any seeming impertinence. It wasn’t intentional. We highly value this project and want to ensure everything proceeds wlessly. That’s why I’m inviting you to our office.”


    Katelyn regained herposure and responded, “I understand, Mr. Adams. I’ll be at Adams Group tomorrow.”


    Vincent’s lips curved into a knowing smile, his gaze enigmatic. “About 9 a.m.?”


    “No problem.”


    After hanging up, Katelyn disconnected from the social media drama and logged out, finding sce in her private world once again.


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    She arrived at Adams Group the following morning, punctually. Dressed in a long dress that brushed her ankles, with light makeup and her hair tied up, she walked confidently on her 3-inch heels.


    The door to the meeting room swung open, and all heads in the design department turned her way.


    Samuel promptly stepped forward to introduce her. “Allow me to introduce the woman beside me—she’s Iris.” The room filled with murmurs of surprise.


    Meeting the renowned designer Iris in person was unexpected for everyone. She was both remarkably young and strikingly beautiful. Katelyn, always a figure of modesty, valued her privacy. Despite her fame, few knew her by sight.


    Vincent greeted her with a subtle nod and began, “Let’s get started.” Therge screen behind Katelyn lit up, disying her design draft alongside a document featuring the finished products from their own designers. Both images were juxtaposed forparison.


    The theme was “Gxy.” Katelyn’s draft featured a small, curved moon encircled by vivid stars that shone brighter than the moon itself.


    Nes were the primary focus of this design series. The department head furrowed his brow, set down the file, and posed a question. “Miss Bailey, when other designers tackled the Gxy series, they emphasized the moon, using the stars merely as a backdrop. But your design takes a different approach—”


    Katelyn offered a knowing smile. “The series is named ‘Gxy,’ so the stars ought to be the centerpiece. Even on moonless nights, the stars remain luminous. While many exalt the moon’s purity, they often overlook the radiance of the stars. My inspiration for this ne came from those diligent yet unrecognized individuals in their fields—like stars, they shine with a selfless light.”


    As she exined, Katelyn approached the screen and gestured at the images disyed. As the design was swiftly rotated ny degrees, someone spotted a detail in Katelyn’s draft and voiced their astonishment. “Is the pattern formed by the stars a letter?”


    “Exactly. It’s an ‘A’ for Adams,” Katelyn acknowledged with a nod but continued to rotate the design. Momentster, another observer discerned a different letter ‘A’ from a new angle.


    “It’s not just for aesthetic appeal; it’s also meant to be unmistakably associated with Adams Group,” Katelyn exined.


    Her innovative approach and original ideas captivated everyone present. She then swiped her finger across the design draft, revealing another transformation. The crescent moon now morphed into a full moon.


    The room fell into awed silence until someone started pping, soon followed by sustained, thunderous apuse.


    Katelyn’s design had won them overpletely. “She truly lives up to her reputation,” someonemented admiringly.


    “By the disy, the department head who had initially challenged Katelyn abruptly stood up, seemingly with something more to say.”


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