"Yes. That's exactly what I'm going to ask him to do. It seems he knows more about underwear than the professional designers of this company. Let's hear his explanation," Grace said.
Although she said it calmly, her right hand was actually clenched. It looked like her resentment toward Oliver was growing.
When Oliver didn't respond immediately, Harley saw this as an opportunity for him to find a platform.
"Why are you silent? Let's explain! Or did you just say that?" Harley urged.
Oliver looked at Harley. He hated people like this. He had been ignoring him, but Harley was acting up.
"Come on, Mr. Oliver. Please elaborate on your reasoning in more detail. So, I can learn from experts like you!" Grace said sarcastically.
Oliver immediately turned to Grace. He smiled.
"Okay," he said.
Oliver got up from his chair and walked to the front of the room. With great confidence, he approached the two underwear models who were standing in extremely seductive poses.
"Please begin your explanation, Mr. Oliver," Grace quipped from her chair with a mocking lopsided smile.
"Firstly, people are currently crazy about a minimalist lifestyle. This also has an impact on fashion tastes. People prefer simple yet elegant models, rather than these flashy, attention-grabbing models," Oliver explained.
"At first glance, this underwear design looks ordinary. But if we look more carefully, we can definitely see that the movements of the two models look stiff and a little unnatural. That's because the design doesn't quite fit the curves of the body. The fall of the material also looks unsightly, so it doesn't explore the beauty of the model's own body," he continued.
Oliver walked around the two models and then stopped near the table where Grace was.
"If you don't believe me, feel free to ask them yourself if they are comfortable wearing those underwear," Oliver challenged, looking at Grace boldly.
At this point, Grace was frozen. She was stunned by Oliver's description.
She never thought Oliver would be able to smoothly describe the shortcomings of this flagship underwear product. Even she herself had missed it!
With a hoarse voice, Grace asked the model. "Is it true what he said? Are you uncomfortable?"
The two models seemed to exchange glances for a moment before one of them spoke up.
"To be honest... yes. We are indeed uncomfortable, ma'am," said the more mature-looking model.
"Where is it uncomfortable?" Grace pursued without removing her gaze from the models.
"It just doesn't fit right, ma'am. When I walk it feels uncomfortable," the model replied.
Grace paused, seemingly thinking.
"Okay," she said then.
Then she rose to her feet and approached Bella, who had been silently watching the second stage of the selection process.
Grace and Bella seemed to discuss for a moment. The discussion seemed tough, but Oliver couldn't hear it clearly.
After the discussion was over, Grace returned to her desk. Bella came to the front of the room.
"Test takers other than Mr. Oliver please leave the room."
Bella's voice rang throughout the room.
The participants stood up and walked towards the door, except for Oliver and Harley. Harley's face turned bright red.
"What is the meaning of this? Why is this person the only one not asked to leave? Are you saying he's better than me? Seriously! He's incompetent! He's just talking and you're being tricked by him!" Harley protested as he stood up.
His voice was so loud. He looked like someone who had lost his mind.
"You know, he applied for the PR Manager position just to target Ms. Bella. All he has in his dirty brain is Ms. Bella's big breasts!" He continued.
Harley's behavior irritated Bella, especially since he had just mentioned her name.
Bella immediately became angry. She walked up to Harley.
"Mr. Harley, please come out! Please don't make any noise!" she pleaded, half shouting.
Bella's response angered Harley. He couldn't understand how Bella could be on Oliver's side.
"You must be collaborating, right? I was suspicious from the start when this hick got through to the second stage of selection! Perhaps... perhaps there was some flirting between you! This isn't fair! I don't accept it!"
"What do you want now?" Bella asked. Her hands were already clenched into tight fists.
"I want the first stage test scores to be announced! I want to know how much this rascal scored!" Harley roared with anger.
Her eyes flashed angrily at Oliver.
"Okay! You wait here!" Bella said and left Harley.
Meanwhile, Oliver sat relaxed in his chair. He wasn't the least bit bothered by Harley's behavior.
Bella turned the projector onto the board at the front of the room.
And there, the results of the first stage of the test appeared. Oliver Maxton's name was at the very top. His score was perfect!
"Mr. Harley, here are the first stage test results. In the first position is Mr. Oliver with a perfect score! You yourself are in fifth position and barely qualified for this second stage of selection!" explained Bella, loudly and emotionally.
Harley was dumbfounded.
"No way! It's...." he stammered.
"How's it going? Are you satisfied yet?" Oliver asked, grinning at Harley.
Harley's face was so pale, like someone who had just seen a ghost.
"You've seen it, right? Now please Mr. Harley out of this room. We've got the staff we want!" Bella said then, turning off the projector.
Harley was still frozen in place. He still couldn't accept his defeat.
"No! I don't accept it! I want the test to be repeated!" Harley roared angrily. Sweat was pouring down his face.
Bella's patience was running out.
"Security!"
Bella shouted loudly in her high-pitched voice. Oliver almost jumped in his seat in shock.
A second later, two large men in all-black safari suits appeared. They stood in front of Bella in an alert position.
"Please drag that man out of this room and make sure he never sets foot in our company again!" Bella said in a voice trembling with emotion.
She pointed her finger straight at Harley, who stood frozen in place like a stone statue.
"Okay, Ma'am!" said the two guards simultaneously.
The two of them approached Harley and, without much question, immediately grabbed both of Harley's arms, making Harley look like a prisoner.
Harley's face was completely red.
He was so angry, but he couldn't possibly take it out on Bella. And there was no way he could take it out on Oliver right now.
And more than all that anger, Harley must have felt an immense amount of shame.
"Let go. I can walk on my own!" He snarled as he tried to wriggle free of the two guards.
But instead of letting go, the two guards tightened their grip on his arms, dragging him out of the room.
Finally, with a nagging feeling of defeat, Harley walked out. He glanced at Oliver and found him grinning at him.
"Goodbye!" said Oliver.
This victory was his.
Bella quickly closed the door and locked it before Harley started acting up again.
Now there were only Oliver, Grace, Bella, and two models in the room. The discussion continued.
"So, how do we overcome the shortage of underwear products? How do we improve the quality?" Grace asked.
"It's simple. Fire the designer. It has no quality," Oliver replied shortly.
Grace and Bella were dumbfounded by Oliver's answer. But they had learned their lesson. This time they asked Oliver to explain it further.
"Please explain," Grace asked.
Oliver sighed. He smiled.
"Every designer has their own taste, characteristics, and way of working. And the taste of the designer you are using is very outdated. It should be replaced by a younger designer, who is more aware of current fashion developments," Oliver explained.
Not only did Oliver's explanation make sense, but he also said it in a very calm and structured manner. The aura emanating from his body left Grace and Bella in awe.
Grace and Bella nodded at Oliver's explanation.
Oliver's fresh and bold thoughts opened their eyes. Apparently, there were things that had escaped their attention.
There was no other choice. Grace could not help but accept Oliver in the PR Department.
Grace asked Bella to prepare all the necessary files so Oliver could sign the contract immediately. Bella left the room.
"You, come with me," Grace said sternly.
Although her assessment of Oliver had actually improved considerably, her high prestige made her reluctant to show it to Oliver.
Oliver realized this, so he smiled. He followed Grace from behind.
As they walked out of the room, something happened.
Grace was busy thinking about Oliver, who was completely unexpected. How could this man with such an unassuming appearance have such a detailed and deep insight into the world of fashion?
She kept thinking about him and not paying attention to her own steps, so at one point, she slipped.
"Ms. Grace..."
Oliver swiftly came forward and grabbed Grace's body. Unfortunately, it was Oliver who slipped.
What happened next was that Grace's body fell on Oliver. Their bodies lay on top of each other like a slice of toast.
Grace's breast pressed against Oliver's, making Oliver's blood rush wildly.
Grace tried to get up, but she slipped a second time and fell back onto Oliver, who was still lying on the floor.
God!
Grace's body swayed.
Oliver could only surrender.
And....
AH!
Grace's body falls on Oliver for the second time, and their lips accidentally touch.
Like a light switch, Oliver's sensitive parts woke up instantly.
Grace, who was lying on top of Oliver's body, could feel the hard object at the base of Oliver pressing against her lower abdomen.
The atmosphere was quiet. There were only two of them.
Grace's heart rate became erratic. Her body heated up.
"Sorry..."
Just as Grace said that Oliver suddenly wrapped his arms around Grace's back, then rolled her to the side, and didn't stop there.
"Sorry for what?" asked Oliver with a seductive look.
Their situation was reversed. It was Oliver who was now bent over Grace's body.
Continued...