Phoebe was annoyed that the atmosphere she created was broken by her assistant, so she gave her assistant a black face, “What happened? Why so panic?”
“Warehouse… The shelves in the warehouse fell down!” the assistant said with both hands on his knees, gasping unevenly.
Hearing that, Phoebe yanked his collar. “What did you say? The shelves fell down?”
“Yes.”
“What about the fabric on the shelves?” Phoebe began to worry.
The assistant swallowed. “So did the fabric. Now hundreds of pieces of fabric are on the floor, as well as the labels. The category of the fabric can’t be told.”
“Damn it!” Phoebe pushed the assistant exasperatedly and ran to the warehouse leaving Violet alone.
Other designers joined in.
Soon, the people in the big office were all gone, leaving Violet alone.
Violet stood in situ holding the document. For a moment, she did not know where she should go, but after a moment of thinking, she followed up.
As soon as she reached the warehouse’s door, she heard the roar of Phoebe, “Put the fabric back to its original place, the buyer will come for it soon!”
“But Director Hunt, these fabrics are top quality goods, many of which we have not seen. How do we know what is the fabric?” Someone made a weak sound.
Phoebe didn’t care and said coldly, pointing to the speaker, “Cut the crap, you only have one hour. If these fabrics failed to be placed back in an hour, you will be punished.”
Hearing that unabashed threat of Phoebe, Violet at the door frowned.
It was right that Phoebe asked the designers to place the fabric back.
But the designers had never seen the fabric, it was impossible for them to put them back within an hour.
It was clearly difficult.
“What are you doing here?” Then, outside the crowd, a cold voice sounded suddenly.
Violet heard the voice coming from behind her, so she looked back.
Expressionless, Stanley walked over. She slightly lowered her head and calmly greeted him, “Mr. Murphy.”
Stanley took a look at her and continued to walk forward.
As he passed, the crowd parted to make way for him.
Stanley then stood in front of Phoebe.
Seeing his cold face, Phoebe was nervous, but still managed to squeeze out a smile, “Stanley, why are you here?”
“With such a thing happened, why do you think I’m here?” Stanley took a cold look at her and then fell his eyes on the pile of colorful fabric on the ground.
He then said coldly, “Phoebe, I told you two days ago that there was something wrong with the shelves and they needed to be repaired. I asked you to send the fabric to the buyer early. Why didn’t you do it?”
In face of Stanley’s query, Phoebe bowed her head with guilty, “I was too busy, so…”
“That’s no excuse!” he responded mercilessly.
Phoebe was ashamed, both hands tightly clenched.
Being accused in front of so many people, Phoebe only felt awkward.
In particular, Violet was there, so she could not accept it and produced a trace of resentment.
But she dare not hate Stanley, so she glanced mercilessly at Violet.
Violet was confused.
She did not say a word, but incredibly Phoebe was angry with her, which was so ridiculous.
Phoebe’ action was caught in Stanley’s eyes.
But he didn’t think much of it. He turned to the designers. “Can you put the fabric back in place in an hour and a half?”
“I’m afraid not. We have never seen or touched many of these fabrics, so we can only retrieve the storage data and compare the photos to place them back, but it at least will take three hours.” Replied one of the designers.
There were too much fabric.
“Can’t it be any faster?” Stanley was obviously not satisfied with the result.
The buyer was supposed to pick up the fabric in an hour and a half at the latest. How could he wait three hours?
But now there was no answer.
Seeing that, Violet raised her hand, “Let me try!”