“Don’t belittle yourself. One can’t change where they came from. Besides, rich and powerful families didn’t start out rich and powerful. You’re a talented designer. What you need to do is to work harder. Soon, the public will acknowledge and accept you-whether they like it or not.” Tiffany waved her hand dismissively, Just then, the waiter came to serve black truffle, foie gras and a bottle of aged wine. Swirling the glass of red wine in her hand, Tiffany’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“This is expensive. Is Mr. Larson paying for it?” Janet shook her head.
“My money is mine, and his money is his. I just wanted to thank you for all of your help. I doubt I’d be where I am today without you.” Tiffany clinked her glass against Janet’s and smiled leisurely.
“You don’t have to do this. I didn’t do much.” Sipping her wine, Tiffany nodded in satisfaction.
“But I won’t say no to a bottle of Lafite. So, what’s the real reason why you invited me to dinner? Ask away.”
Rubbing her fingers, Janet smiled sheepishly.
“Okay. Well, here’s the thing. I want to be an independent designer.” Hearing this, Tiffany pursed her red lips.
“Has it been a year since your graduation?”
This question made Janet’s heart sink to her stomach.
“No. It has only been ten months.” Janet was so nervous that her palms started to sweat. Generally speaking, becoming an independent designer was no easy feat.
Except for those extremely talented, no one in their right mind would be arrogant enough to open their own studio within a year of graduating. It was expected that they gain experience from working in a company for a few years before going independent. Tiffany fell silent for a second.
“That’s a little tricky. Experience is important for a designer. Plus, it’s somewhat an insult to those experienced designers if you become a successful independent designer at such a young age.”
After a while, she smiled gently. “If it were up to me, I wouldn’t see it that way. You’re clearly a talented designer and I’m sure you had a lot of ideas even back in college. But my experience tells me that it’s still early for you to set up your own studio. What if you work for another design company to gain experience first?”
Hearing this, Janet’s expression was complicated.
“It seems that you have something on your mind, Janet.” Tiffany saw through her immediately.
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