Callie couldn’t wait until Saturday; things were already overwhelming.
First, the seaside hotel project was not progressing smoothly. The person in charge from Oconnor Group was being overly critical, deliberately making things difficult. Callie had revised the design draft over a dozen times, only for the other party to finally say with a smile, “Miss Marsh, why don’t we go back to the first version?”
Callie’s expression changed immediately.
The person was also scared, feeling that she might flip the table any second.
But she just smiled and said, “No problem, can I submit it tomorrow?”
The person swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.
While she was still fuming, Jamir called. She answered impatiently, “What do you want?”
“Aren’t I your boyfriend? It’s not normal to go days without a date.”
There was some noise and other voices on his end.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I’m busy,” Callie said bluntly.
“When will you be free?”
“Go kill Nelson.”
She gritted her teeth while staring at the design on her computer.
Jamir paused and chuckled lightly, “That’s a bit tricky, but not impossible.”
Callie wasn’t in the mood for his jokes and shook her sore hand. “Where to?”
“The landmark of Ylosea. I’ve never checked in there. Let’s make the first stop at Kenker Hotel.” There was a crisp sound as he put something down.
Callie raised an eyebrow.
Kenker Hotel was famous at night. When Callie arrived, Jamir was wearing a casual floral shirt, taking pictures at the entrance, looking every bit the extravagant young master. He sighed, “It’s like Dragon City, but a legal one.”
Callie walked into his frame. “How many billions did you bring to gamble here?”
Jamir clicked the shutter. “You sounded so displeased.”
“If you had to revise a draft over ten times, you’d be displeased too.”
He laughed and took her heavy backpack, which contained her computer.
Jamir wasn’t there to gamble. He booked a private room and quietly had dinner. When Callie put down her cutlery, he signaled Yusuf to come forward.
Yusuf held a transparent box containing a porcelain piece.
“Just acquired this recently. It’s for you.”
Callie was surprised. The porcelain looked like tri-coloured glazed pottery, finely crafted and valuable today.
She didn’t understand. “Why give this to me?”
“A meeting gift for my arrival in Ylosea. Took me a while to choose.”
Callie examined it closely. As a designer, she was sensitive to such artifacts. She had learned to authenticate genuine pieces from Jamir during college.
The glaze was smooth, colors natural, almost no sign of modern techniques, but-
“You gave me a fake.” She exposed it immediately.
Jamir had been watching her face and finally broke into a smile. “Seems you haven’t forgotten what I taught you.”
Callie called him boring.
He leisurely took out her computer and opened it on the table. “Password, let me check your design.”
He spoke with the authority of her former mentor.
Reluctantly, Callie typed in the numbers to unlock it for him.
“You’re a CEO now, still remember your profession?” she said sarcastically.
The design was fine; clearly, Nelson was deliberately making things difficult for her.
“Can’t see any issues,” Jamir sighed, typing a string of code into the computer. Soon, a surveillance feed appeared on the screen. “Let’s look at something I can understand.”