Five hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Jack appeared in front of everyone again.
"Everyone, you've worked hard! The time is up. Please send your design proposal to my email now." With that, Jack notified everyone in his email.
However, at this moment, a discordant voice sounded from the crowd.
"Chief Curator Jack, this is too difficult for me! Even if it's a test, at least give us a scope. You didn't say anything and asked us to design it. You only gave us five hours. Isn't that too difficult?" a 30-year-old man in a shirt at the end of a month said.
"What are you trying to say?" Jack asked calmly.
However, the man felt an inexplicable pressure from Jack's calm face, and his expression became a little unsettled.
"What I want to say is, can you give me another one to two hours?" the man requested.
Jack's expression was still calm as he turned to look at the others.
"Does anyone else have this request?"
When he finished speaking, a few more people from the company raised their hands.
"It just so happens that it saves me the trouble of wasting my time. You guys can leave. You guys are not suitable for our museum!"
"What?" The man who spoke first looked at Jack in shock.
"Eric, take care of it. Those who raised their hands just now and those who haven't finished, please have them leave the museum," Jack said to a young man beside him.
"Alright, Chief Curator," the young man replied respectfully.
Ten minutes later, the people who raised their hands were taken out of the museum.
"There's a small interlude. In an hour, I'll announce the names of those who passed the first round," Jack said with a smile, still maintaining his elegant and easy-going appearance.
As the Chief Curator of a national museum, his methods were very tough. Although he had always maintained a calm attitude, anyone who dared to disobey him would definitely be met with his merciless methods.
Soon, an hour passed. This time, there were more than 30 design companies, but after the first round, there were only 10 companies left.
This included Amelia's Dawn Design Company.
Clair relied on his ability to read minds, while Amelia relied on her own observation and thinking to guess the curator's thoughts. If she could not pass this, it would be a little unreasonable.
However, Clair was starting to admire Amelia even more. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also so capable. The so-called combination of beauty and talent was precisely Amelia.
Knowing that she had passed the first round, Amelia was also very happy. Looking at her happy expression, Clair felt a different kind of emotion.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me?" Amelia suddenly turned around and asked curiously.
"Yes, there is something."
"What? Really? Let me see." Amelia took out a small mirror and looked at herself.
"No, where? Why didn't I see it?" Amelia was confused.
Clair burst out laughing, amused by Amelia's cuteness.
"There's a bit of beauty on your face," Clair laughed and said.
Only then did Amelia realize that she had been tricked by Clair.
"Alright! You've learned to tease the boss, right? I'll lower your salary when we get back!" Amelia threatened.
"Don't, I was wrong!"
...
After successfully passing the first round, Amelia brought Clair to a hotel and booked a room.
"Amelia, are we just going to get a room?" Looking at the large bed in the room, Clair could not help but let his imagination run wild.
"What are you thinking about? It's not like you didn't hear what the Chief Curator said. The second round wants us to design a complete first draft."
"What a pity." Clair sat on the bed and felt the softness of the bed. He thought about how great it would be if he could really lie on the bed with Amelia.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, let's begin," Clair said perfunctorily.
Hence, the two of them began to devote themselves to their work.
Amelia was in charge of the main design work, while Clair assisted from the side or provided some ideas. Needless to say, the efficiency of the two was exceptionally high.
Clair had been recruited into the company because of his wild imagination and creativity, which was deeply appreciated by Amelia. The cooperation between the two of them made Amelia feel that her work was extremely smooth, as if she had met a soulmate. She had never felt that designing could be so easy before!
Usually, Clair knew what Amelia wanted as soon as she said a sentence or even one or two keywords. Although Amelia was the one in charge, Clair also shared a considerable portion of the work. With such high efficiency, the two of them finished two-thirds of the work around ten o'clock at night.
Amelia stretched and suddenly said, "Clair, let's take a break. We'll definitely be done by 12!"
"You're the boss. You have the final say," Clair said calmly.
"What do you mean? It's as if I'm exploiting you."
"I didn't say that. Besides, even if it's exploitation, I'm quite happy to be exploited by a boss like you!" Clair joked.
"Hmph, you have a slippery tongue!" Amelia smiled charmingly.
"All these years, in order to develop the company, I've contracted an occupational disease. As long as I work for a long time, my head can't help but swell. I have to rest for a while." Amelia rubbed her head.
Clair's heart ached when he saw the look on Amelia's face.
"How about I massage it for you, Amelia?" Clair said.
Before Amelia could react, Clair stood up and placed his hands on her temples.
"Clair, it's okay. I'll be fine after resting for a while. You've worked with me for so long," Amelia whispered.
"Don't talk!" Clair suddenly acted a little tougher.
Amelia was really like a child who had made a mistake and stopped talking.
Clair smiled and began to gently massage her.
"Mmm~" Amelia could not help but let out a soft moan after he had just squeezed it.
Clair was shocked by the sound and stopped what he was doing.
'What am I doing? Why did I make such a sound in front of him? Oh, I'm so embarrassed! But he really made me feel so good!'
Clair smiled when he heard what Amelia was thinking.
'Amelia seems to have feelings for me too.' Clair was a little excited as he thought about the situation, and his hands started to move again.