Bossy President You Are So Bad
Chapter 41 Thank You for Saving My life

The theme of the competition at the preliminary stage was a wedding dress. It was basically one of the topics every designer had done, and it's not that difficult. However, it defined a subject, named "the Girl's Secret.".

This contest was totally in three rounds to select a designer on behalf of the Heyday Group who would have the opportunity to participate in the Fashion Festival. This meant that a piece of work was required to be completed within at least a week. It was a bit of a rush, indeed.

Becca Garcia took out the works Kelvin Lewis had asked her to finish. At the past wedding shows in this Group, the two most frequent designers--one was Rosa Gates, the director in the same team as Becca, while the other was Maggie Smith, who, from Janet Wilson's description, was questioned about plagiarism and then drove out a newcomer.

After Becca's careful analysis, Rosa Gates's design style was similar to her personality, bright and mixed in multiple colors, while Maggie Smith' style was a bit more implicit, whose works were characterized by luxury and elegance.

So, the two designers with totally different styles could finally get to the show, which meant that the judges in the Heyday Group who had the ultimate aesthetic discretion preferred both styles. All of a sudden, an idea struck Becca after a flash in her mind...

"Janet." Becca handed her manuscripts to Janet and said, "If I'm right, this competition for designers is one of the tests for interns and we'll have to go. Besides, we must make some achievements and can't let other people surpass us!"

Janet was surprised. "Come on! we're just nothing but interns. Do we have to experience this kind of storm at the very beginning?"

Becca whispered to Janet, telling her the clues found. But Janet was still confused and soon amazed. "You are really a smart girl! You have even checked this?" Janet couldn't help but admired. Becca did not think very highly of herself. After all, she was really because of Kelvin's advice that she would do these things. It could actually come down to a coincidence.

"Come on! With this pace, we have to submit the design draft by next Monday at the latest, and make the ready-to-wear. And we must hurry up." Janet nodded. For a moment, the whole office was in quiet silence, only except the sound of the keyboard and the mouse.

At lunchtime, Janet went to the canteen alone with other colleagues because Becca had taken the meal and she did not want to go to the boisterous.

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In the tea room, while she was heating the meal, she was absent-minded, thinking about the design. Outside the window was the employee activity place, with a large basketball court, and she stared out of the window, attracted to the young boys who were playing basketball.

In Becca's memories, Albert Davis liked playing basketball, too. At that time, they were not together. At the age of 15 or 16, she and Janet, tight and inseparable, would have arranged to go to the playground to see the boys play basketball. Among the boys, Albert was then the most attractive for Becca.

His smile was just like the warm spring sun. And his handsome appearance and good figure attracted a crowd of crazy girls. During the break, many girls would surround him to deliver water. But she was an exception, and she never approached him.

Until one day, she and Janet were punished by the teacher to run several miles at the playground, holding a bottle of water Becca had drunk, to see them play basketball. After finishing playing, Albert walked straight towards her and took the bottle of water from her hand.

She watched him as he unscrewed the cap, reached the mouth of the bottle she had touched and drank the rest of her water.

"I have always been waiting for you to deliver water." This was the first thing he said to her. Becca remembered it all her life. That afternoon, the curving contour of his drinking her water under the sunset, became her eternally unforgettable silhouette during her girlhood.

"Tinkle!" The microwave came the cue, and woke up Becca, immersing herself in her own thoughts. She tidied up the food box and went downstairs with it.

The secret of a girl... These memories she had just brought up by these basketball boys were exactly the secret of her teenage years?

Becca walked into the basketball court and found a cool place, watching the basketball game while eating.

She gnawed on the chicken hamburger, with her eyes staring at the boys running after the basketball even without a blinking, but accidentally felt a burst of inquiry.

Becca held a dish in one hand and the chicken hamburger in the other, slowly turning her head, and looked at a strange man, with an exquisite and charming look and his hands folded, was sitting in a wheelchair and laughing at her.

Becca couldn't help but exclaim, 'It was exactly for the sake of good times that whoever she met was a good-looking person.

It's just that... she took a look at his wheelchair, he had bad legs and came to see people play basketball, because of admiration? But why would he watch her eat? She didn't eat with a nice looking at all. And she was a little embarrassed.

Becca retracted her eyes, swallowed the chicken into her mouth, and took a careful bite, trying to redeem her image.

She turned around and found that the man was still looking at her, with a gentle smile on his face.

'Did you... have your lunch?' Becca was so embarrassed that she made a remark.

"Yes." The man answered her, with an intoxicating deep voice, which was just like the sunshine in this early autumn, making people feel warm and comfortable.

'But now that he had eaten the lunch, why would he watch her eat so carefully? His look reminded her of the lovely pet dog, who would stare at her with cravings while she was wandering around the garden with delicious food, when she was a little girl.'

Putting down the dish, Becca was going to quickly finish the hamburger and left the place, but at the very sight of the basketball that took off the boys' hands to fly in the direction of his side. "Be careful!" The player shouted.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit the man, Becca no longer cared about her food, immediately rushing towards him quickly.

Becca's one hand was holding the man's wheelchair, while the other hand was grasping the chicken hamburger, with her physical body completely in front of the man. This set of totally natural action, with a both cold and domineering expression on her face. Becca herself was totally amazed by her own behavior, however.

The basketball landed a meter away on the ground even without touching her hair. There was an air of embarrassment for that moment. It turned out that she had an overreaction.

The man looked down sideways and stared at the greasy hand of Becca clutching his wheelchair. In such an emergency, Becca was still not willing to throw the chicken hamburger in her hand.

He winked and smiled. "Thank you, the brave heroine, for saving my life."

Well...

Becca looked at that basketball rolling away, in a wave of embarrassment, and then hurriedly let it go.

"Sorry, I thought the basketball was going to hit you."

The man was smiling with full of laughter in his brown eyes, "Which family do you come from, little kid?"

'Little kid?'

'She was not happy, though she was not tall, but she didn't seem so childish'.

"I am not what you said a kid." Becca walked a few steps and bent over to pick up her lunch box, "I am the future chief designer, do you understand"

The man raised his eyebrows, full of interest, "Since you are the employee of the Heyday Group, why do you come here to eat lunch?"

She glanced at the man and put the rest of the chicken hamburger back in the dish. "I don't know what the leaders of the company are thinking about, and there's no meat in the dining hall. I'm not a rabbit, so I don't want to eat 'grass' at all."

The corner of the man's mouth curled to a smile.

"I'm gone." Becca beckoned with him and looked at his wheelchair again, "You are inconvenient, so don't come here again later, lest they really hurt you." Then, she left the basketball court carrying her food box.

'Absolutely! The spring of inspiration will not burst out while eating inspiration. And there is all good or bad food in the mind.'

The man saw Becca leave, with unconcealed pleasure in his eyes.

"Mr. Lewis." A man came down the court. "Sorry, the basketball boys almost hurt you."

"Never mind." Alan Lewis did not retract his eyes for a long time.

"That girl just now..." Simon Jackon also followed Alan Lewis's eyes, falling on Becca.

"You go replace out which department she belongs to," Alan Lewis said, taking out a handkerchief from the pocket, wiping the grease stain that Becca had made on the wheelchair.

"By the way, tell the chiefs in the canteen, change the dish for meat from tomorrow."

"Well?" Simon did not quite understand Mr. Lewis's intention and said, "But this is Master Lewis's order."

"Employees are not rabbits and should not eat 'grass'. If the diet goes on like this, the employees can't keep up with the nutrition." Alan Lewis chuckles.