The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 900 The Post-it Note

Sheryl narrowed her eyes and paused as she collected her thoughts.

"I promise, you don't need to worry about the money. Mr. Su said that the budget is no problem as long as you can satisfy him," Dillon hastily interjected.

Isla looked at Sheryl with a puzzled look, wondering what she was thinking. "Sher, what's on your mind?"

Now that she had gone here, Sheryl couldn't return empty-handed. She finally looked up at Dillon and inquired carefully, "Dillon, could you... could you allow me to see the plans of the other companies? You do have copies of the plans, right?"

Since Sheryl couldn't meet Cary directly, she had no choice but to look for clues from other companies' plans. Maybe by this way she could replace something common factor among them that Cary disliked. Therefore, she could avoid such unsatisfactory elements in their own plan.

Isla had contributed a great deal to the company. Now that she was back now, she thought she should do something to lighten the others' burden, especially Isla's. Proposing a satisfactory plan would be a good start.

"Uh..." Dillon furrowed his brows, feeling a little awkward because of the unusual request that bordered on inappropriate. He, of course, had copies of these plans. Giving them to Sheryl, however, may be rather unconventional in the commercial field.

"Don't worry. I just thought I could use them as references. If you really don't trust me, I can look at the plans under your supervision. I just want to see whether my speculation is right or not. Maybe after I review those plans, I can replace out why Mr. Su was unsatisfied," she explained faintly.

"Dillon, come on. You should trust us. We've already cooperated with each other for a long time," Isla urged Dillon on with a wide smile.

Hearing what Isla said, Dillon could only slightly nod his head in agreement. He still added, however, "I will agree to your request because I trust you. I can show you the copies. But I have to remind you in advance, if this is exposed, I won't take responsibility."

Isla replied with a big smile at his reminder. "Don't worry. If anything happens, I will take full responsibility."

Given Isla's assurance, Dillon went to his office to pick up his laptop. He showed them the folder containing the files and let them have it. "These are the other companies' plans. You can look through what you want."

He then sat opposite Sheryl and poured himself a glass of tea as he gestured for Sheryl to proceed leisurely.

Although Dillon said he wouldn't be responsible, he was still worried that something bad would happen. He decided to stay and oversee their actions.

Sheryl began reviewing the company plans. From what she knew, the companies that proposed plans were all well-known and reliable in the field, so she wondered why their plans would fail to satisfy Cary. As she went through the first plan, she admitted that it was good, but she narrowed her eyes as she delved further into it.

Although the activities displayed the luxury image, there was no substantial and novel content. It was no wonder that Cary felt unsatisfied.

From the looks of it, the other companies made the same mistake as well. They thought that the activity was targeted only at the rich, so their emphasis was only on luxury, while the substance was lost in the fanciness.

After skimming through all the plans, Sheryl knew how to formulate a sound plan. Isla also identified the aspects that the other companies lacked, so she looked up at Sheryl and asked to confirm, "So, you know what the main problem is?"

"I think I've spotted the biggest reason why they failed," Sheryl replied confidently.

Seeing Isla's expression, she believed that Isla must have also realized what the issue was.

Dillon heard their exchange and cut in, "So, what have you found? Why didn't the plans get accepted?"

"Dillon," Sheryl addressed him as she closed the laptop. She looked at him seriously for a moment before continuing, "If possible, I still want to see Mr. Su. I want to discuss my ideas with him." "Uh..." Dillon muttered as Sheryl made things difficult for him. He furrowed his brows and turned to Isla. "Ms. Zhao, it's not that I don't trust you. But before... before the plan is approved, even I wouldn't dare disturb Mr. Su. Because no satisfactory plan has been found yet, he's already feeling disappointed and frustrated with me. If I go and request a direct meeting with him at this time, I'm afraid that..."

"Dillon, if something wrong takes place, I will take full responsibility. I know I'm twisting your arm here, but you just have to arrange a meeting for us to make this plan have a higher chance of passing." Isla interrupted before Dillon could refuse again, "I trust Sheryl. If she didn't have absolute confidence, she wouldn't request to meet Mr. Su like this."

"Ms. Zhao..." his voice trailed off. He looked at Isla, a little embarrassed. "It's not that I don't want to do you a favor. But you put me in an awkward position. Mr. Su is my boss, and I should work for him in accordance with his given instructions. So... I'm sorry. I just can't help you there."

"You..." Isla was disappointed at his refusal. Before Isla could continue, Sheryl put her hand on Isla's arm to stop her. She shook her head slightly and patted Isla to pacify her frustration. "It's fine, let me handle it."

Sheryl always carried post-it notes with her and she felt it was time to put them to use again. She took one out and scribbled something down on it, folded it carefully, and handed it to Dillon. In a calm voice, she explained, "Dillon, this is my plan. Could you hand it over to Mr. Su for me? If he still refuses to see me, we will leave at once, and we won't bother you anymore. How's that arrangement?"

"You..." Dillon hesitated for a moment before turning to Sheryl and asking her, "Are you really that confident about this?"

"Yes." She nodded her head firmly.

Dillon gave the two another glance before he sighed and nodded. "Okay. I'll try it for Ms. Zhao's sake, but I can't promise that it will work. If Mr. Su says that he's not interested in seeing you, I won't have any option but to send you away."

"Don't worry," Sheryl reassured him. "If that's how it turns out, we'll leave right away."

After Dillon left to grant their request, Isla couldn't help but ask Sheryl softly, "Sher, are you really sure about this?"

Sheryl shook her head slightly and smiled lightly. "Actually, not really. I just have to pretend I'm absolutely confident so he does what I ask."

"Then how come you request that even though you don't have confidence?" Isla was dumbfounded at Sheryl's confession.

Sheryl smiled again and said, "As you once said, just try it. Maybe it'll work out, right?"

Isla's eyebrows shot up. She didn't expect that Sheryl would use her own words to persuade her.

Dillon felt so nervous that he clutched at the note tightly. After much hesitation, he finally knocked on Cary's office door. A calm but stern voice called him from inside. "Come in."

The secretary nervously opened the office door. Cary looked up at Dillon and inquired, "Oh, Dillon, how's the plan coming along? The proposals you handed in before didn't meet the demands at all. Have you found other qualified advertising companies?"

"Yes, Mr. Su, I came here to give you this," he replied, almost in cold sweat. He looked at his boss and said carefully, "Mr. Shen recommended a company to us. Do you remember the one he mentioned that successfully organized an activity recently? You raved about it. It's the same company I'm about to introduce to you."