Chapter 92: Chapter 92
If she’s not held responsible, is President Sinclair planning to take responsibility himself? Although she initially renewed the contract privately to get President Sinclair to approach Quinn Lockwood and then dislike her, now it seems President Sinclair’s attitude towards Quinn Lockwood is different...
"Anything else?" Elias Sinclair saw Joyce Kramer still standing there with a puzzled look, assuming she had more project-related questions.
"No... then, President Sinclair, I’ll get back to work..." Joyce Kramer snapped back to reality and walked out of Elias Sinclair’s office.
Last time, she was driven out because of Quinn Lockwood, and this time it’s because of her again, with President Sinclair assigning her to another project team.
It’s all because of her! Joyce Kramer clenched her fists, stepping forcefully on the ground.
President Sinclair, when will you see me, the one who’s always been silently by your side...
Quinn Lockwood carefully studied the notebook Wendy Sherman gave her in the room.
Mr. Sherman is indeed remarkable; even a small gesture or expression can be thoroughly analyzed for different expressions.
Quinn Lockwood’s face grew more excited as she watched.
Those unaware might think she was reading something inappropriate for children, seeing the look on her face.
Just then, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Anna informing Quinn Lockwood that starting from tomorrow afternoon, she would attend a pre-product endorsement meeting at the Sinclair Group.
The specific schedule and product information had already been sent to her email, urging her to take a good look and not be late!
"Okay, okay, I got it, don’t worry." Her thoughts interrupted again, listening to Anna repeatedly stressing the importance, Quinn Lockwood felt her head spinning.
After hanging up the phone, she couldn’t concentrate on studying the notebook anymore.
After all, you can’t cram all this knowledge into your head at once; it’s not about quantity but precision in learning skills.
Reluctantly, she logged into her email, opened it, and started browsing through.
Even though she didn’t want too much interaction with Elias Sinclair, she had to take her work seriously.
She’s paid to do the work, and both emotionally and rationally, she must do her best; this is also for her own future development.
Luckily, tomorrow’s schedule only included a learning meeting and some pre-shoot preparation procedures like trial makeup, with the formal start the day after.
Having looked at the notes and documents for so long, Quinn Lockwood felt a bit tired as well. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and relaxed.
"Savannah, are you busy?" Cameron Grant’s voice sounded from outside the door.
Quinn Lockwood hurried to open the door, seeing the man in front of her dressed in light blue loungewear, sleeves loosely rolled up at the wrist, giving off a simple, clean vibe.
His smile was pure and gentle, making one feel as if they were amidst the cherry blossom season of early spring.
"Here, these are from a famous pastry chef at the National Arts Pavilion." Cameron Grant lifted an ornate red, palace-style box.
"I’ve always heard people talk about these pastries; it’s said that the chef’s ancestors specialized in making tea pastries for the palace, so I bought it for you and Mom to try." As he spoke, Cameron Grant opened the box on the table.
The arrangement and craftsmanship were filled with the charm of ancient palace styles.
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"It’s so beautiful." Quinn Lockwood sat next to Cameron, carefully admiring it.
"This is butterfly pastry, this is osmanthus cake, and this is floral fragrance cake..." Cameron Grant patiently explained each one.
Quinn Lockwood was amazed: "I’m reluctant to eat it. How long can these last?"
Cameron Grant looked at her greedy expression, chuckled softly, patted her head, and said, "Savannah, these can’t last long. Try some, and if you like them, I’ll buy more."
"What a pity, I wanted to look at them for a couple more days. Since you’ll buy more, I won’t hold back." After saying that, she picked one that looked particularly nice and took a big bite.
"Mmm...delicious, try it too!" Quinn Lockwood gave a thumbs-up and then offered another piece to Cameron Grant.
Cameron Grant was taken aback by her gesture reserved for those close to each other, momentarily not knowing how to react.
"Try it! It’s really good." Seeing her brother not opening his mouth, Quinn thought he disliked it and waved the pastry in front of him, urging.
Although a bit uneasy, Cameron Grant thought it was good their relationship was close, so he accepted.
"Seeing you like it, I’m relieved." Watching the girl in front of him with a satisfied expression, he smiled even more warmly.
"I thought you wouldn’t like it, since..." Based on Savannah’s previous behavior, she wouldn’t bother with these pastries.
"What are you talking about? Of course, I like it; I like anything delicious." Quinn Lockwood wiped her mouth; she was really full, looking at the remaining pastries.
"You’re so good, thank you." She looked at her good brother gratefully.
"You’re welcome, just tell me if you want anything!" Cameron Grant said, standing up to leave.
It was the first time he referred to himself as her brother, feeling a bit unaccustomed.
The next day, Quinn Lockwood carefully prepared herself again.
After all, work is work no matter who it’s for, and she’s always treated everything seriously, unable to muddle through work.
Quinn Lockwood looked at her reflection in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. Just as she was about to head out, she received a call from the driver.
"Ma’am, sir sent me to pick you up for the company. Are you at home? I’m arriving shortly."
"I’m at the Lowell Family house." Hearing the stranger’s voice on the phone, she assumed Elias Sinclair had temporarily assigned him and clarified to avoid confusion about her being with the Sinclair Family.
Even though a bit surprised at Elias Sinclair sending someone to pick her up, she felt no need to refuse since there would be no hassle for her.
Just as Quinn Lockwood set herself down, the driver arrived promptly, and she hurriedly left the house and got in the car.
"Good day, Ma’am!" The driver got out, greeted Quinn Lockwood, and opened the car door for her.
"Thank you, and sorry for the trouble," Quinn said politely before getting in.
Is this still our Ma’am? When did she become so polite, like a different person!
The driver found it incredibly surprising but chose not to let it show; otherwise, she might reprimand him, which he wanted to avoid.
As the driver concentrated on driving, Quinn Lockwood chose not to disturb him. Initially planning to ask about Elias Sinclair’s instructions and when he’d arrived at the company, she refrained due to the driver’s focused demeanor.
She roughly reviewed the plans again before the driver informed her they had reached the company.
Getting out of the car and walking into the company entrance, a receptionist stopped her.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"