One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 18 Cause A Stiryan Jing four

Violet doubts with Fraser went to the design department with Fraser.

ChengFraser took her outside the design director's office and knocked on the door.

Soon the door opened and a familiar faces emerged was seen.

Violet looked at her, with the corners of her mouth twisted.

It was really Phoebe!

She was the design director here!

Phoebe did not notice Violet behind Fraser. She tidied her hair and asked with expectation,

"ChengFraser, does Stanley want to see me?"

Fraser seemed not to have heard her words, stepped aside, revealing the person behind, "Director

Hunt, this is the designer Mr. Murphy asked me to bright here, please arrange her works."

"Designer?" Phoebe frowned with disappointment and looked behind him impatiently.

By a glance, her face changed greatly, "It is you?"

"Nice to meet you, Director Hunt." Violet greeted her.

Phoebe was badly panicked.

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What was she doing here?

Looking at the weird behavior of Phoebe, Fraser spoke, with a hint of shrewdness flashed across his

eyes, "Director Hunt, do you know Miss Hunt?"

“No!” Phoebe denied immediately.

Then she realized that she had denied it too quickly, which was like a very poor lie which reveals the

truth, so she added, "I don't know her, but I met Miss Hunt at Mr. Moore’s party last night, so I am

surprised to see her here."

Secretly, she cast a warning look to Violet, like telling Violet not to expose her.

Violet felt it funny.

In fact, she did not need warming from Phoebe.

She herself did not want to be related to Phoebe.

However, seeing that Violet did not speak, Phoebe thought she was threatened and felt pleased.

"Director Hunt, it's getting late, so I'll go back to the president first." Fraser took a look at his watch and

said.

Phoebe nodded with a smile. "ChengOk."

As Fraser left, Phoebe became expressionless. She vigorously pulled Violet into her office and sharply

asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to work." Violet shook off her hand and lightly answered.

"Work?" Phoebe squinted, obviously in belief, "Why it is not the personnel took you here but Fraser

under the order of Stanley? How do you know Stanley?"

She wanted to know the answer last night.

Violet looked at Phoebe coldly, "I think I don't have to tell you, Director Hunt. I'm here to work, please

arrange the position for me."

Hearing that, Phoebe sneered, "You don't even answer my words, but want me to arrange a position

for you?"

"So you won’t arrange for me?"

Phoebe disdainfully raised her chin, "Yes, so?"

There was no chief inspector in the design department. As the design director, she was the most

powerful.

She could do whatever she wanted.

"I see." Violet sighed and turned to the door, "Since you won’t arrange a position for me, then I will go

to find Mr. Murphy."

"Don't you dare!”

Violet stopped her pace and told her straightforwardly that she dare!

Phoebe was angry, gnashing teeth, "Ok, I will give you a position, I hope you don't regret!"

After that, she opened the door and went out.

Phoebe took Violet to the big office next door.

Once inside, Phoebe clapped her hands and said loudly, "Everyone, stop your work for a moment. I will

introduce you a new colleague."

As she speaking, she pulled Violet to the front of the crowd, "This is our new colleague, Miss Violet

Hunt. Miss Violet left college before she finished the course, and now she has come to our department

for some reason. We must take good care of her in the future."

Hearing that, people in the office looked at Violet's in a contemptuous way, no one welcomed her.

Seeing that, Violet was enlightened.

Phoebe was clearly telling everyone that she had low degree and she came to work through

connection that everyone could exclude her, trying to drive her away.

Violet had a good temper, but now she was angry.

Looking at Phoebe’s wry smile, Violet pressed her red lips and was to say something, but by this time,

a man rushed in, shouting anxiously, “Phoebe, there is something wrong."