In the office, L'oreal sat behind the desk, her face cold as she reviewed the materials. "Did Ariel do all of this herself?" she asked sharply.
The director, standing by, nodded quickly. "Yes, Madam Campbell."
L'oreal raised an eyebrow. "I never expected Ariel, who didn't even graduate from college, to make such flawless exhibition materials for the fashion show. I thought she lacked skill, but it seems I underestimated her."
At that moment, there were two knocks on the door, and Lauren stepped in nervously. "Director, did you call for me?" she asked hesitantly.
"No, it was me," L'oreal said, standing up with authority. "I know you've been working overtime, aiming for the deputy team leader position, but the moment Ariel arrived, all your hard work went down the drain."
Lauren hesitated, then cautiously replied, "Miss Ocean has the skills."
