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Novel Not Your Doormat Anymore by Internet
When I returned to the office, my secretary was already waiting for me.
Earlier, while we were going through the office work manuals, I had chatted with her a bit.
Her name was Mira Collins, and she graduated from Dynora College with a degree in financial management. Due to her family's financial difficulties, she took a secretary role after graduation to get her foot in the door.
Still, as a recent graduate, she lacked real-world experience.
Mira looked at me nervously. "Mr. Ranford… You're not going to fire me, are you?"
I shook my head. "I don't have any experience either. We'll figure it out together."
I set the project proposal down on the desk, ready to go over our next steps with her. "Our current task is to explain the collaboration details to him and get his agreement so that this project can move forward."
Mira covered her mouth in surprise. "As the general manager, you have to handle this personally? This person must be incredible."
I nodded. "Jason mentioned he's a traditional craft artisan who has mastered a rare embroidery technique that was almost lost to time."
The company was currently working on a clothing line, and using a traditional craft artisan as a selling point could significantly boost sales.
"Should we go now?" Mira asked, still a bit confused.
I paused for a moment before shaking my head. "Let's try calling first."
The project proposal included the contact information of the traditional craft artisan.
Mira nodded and pulled out her phone to make the call. However, before it could even ring, the call was declined. She tried twice more, but this time, her number was blocked. Her carefully prepared pitch had been rendered pointless.
She glanced at me, and I met her gaze. "What do we do now, Mr. Ranford?"
I rubbed my temples. "I have no idea."
It dawned on me that both of us were too inexperienced for this task. There was no way we could handle it on our own.
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