"Director Osborne, and this is?" Ethan Grant asked, his gaze lingering for a moment on the injuries on Grace Winslow, who was standing beside Oscar Osborne.
Oscar Osborne stepped forward with a broad smile. "Chief Grant, this is Grace Winslow from our factory. She's the one who came up with the idea to make and sell clothes from the defective fabric."
"She also provided the designs for the clothes."
"This time, we've brought new designs for the foreign investor to look over. Once they've selected the styles, we can begin production."
Ethan Grant raised an eyebrow. "Your textile factory is really full of hidden talent. A designer like her would be a hot commodity anywhere else."
"You're a lucky man, Director Osborne."
"Yes, yes, I certainly am," Oscar Osborne chuckled in agreement.
This time, Grace Winslow hadn't just solved a problem for the factory.
He had thought he'd reached the peak of his career in his current position, with no further chances for promotion.
