Phoebe was dissatisfied annoyed that the atmosphere she created was broken by the her assistant, so
the she gave her assistant did not have a gooda black face, "what What happened to ? Why so
panic?."
"Warehouse... The shelves in the warehouse are fallingfell down!" the aAssistant said with both hands
pestle on his knees, gasping unevenly said.
Hearing thisthat, Phoebe yanked her assistant'shis collar. "What did you say? The Shelves shelves
falling fell down?"
"Yes."
"What about the fabric on the shelves?" Phoebe began to worry.
"The assistant swallowed." . “So did the fabric. Now there are hundreds of pieces of fabric all over
theare on the floor, and as well as the labels. The category of the are scattered all over the placefabric
can’t be told.”
"Damn it!” Phoebe exasperated to pushed the assistant exasperatedly and , but also for Violet, the foot
ran to the warehouse leaving Violet alone.
Other designers saw this and joined in.
Soon, the people in the big office are were all gone, leaving Violet a personalone.
Violet stood in situ holding the document. For a moment, she did not know where she should goheld
the project data standing in place, for a time do not know where to go,, but after a moment of after
thinking , she followed upabout it, also followed the past.
As soon as she came toreached the warehouse warehouse’s door, she heard the roar of Phoebe, "you
still leng what? Put the fabriccloth in back to its original place, for the next person will the buyer will
come for it soon!"
"But directorDirector Hunt, these fabrics are top quality goods, many of which we have not seen, . how
How do we know what is the clothfabric?" Someone made a weak sound.
Phoebe didn't care and said coldlyso much, pointing to the speaker, Yin measured the way, “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!"
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