Eleanor Winslow returned to the law firm in a formal white suit. As soon as she entered the firm’s door, she ran into a familiar face. Sean Morgan saw Eleanor and clearly wanted to greet her, but he hesitated for some reason and ended up just giving her a slight smile. "Senior, it’s been two months, don’t you recognize me?" Eleanor joked proactively. Sean smiled brightly, becoming more straightforward: "How could I not? I heard you were injured. How is your recovery?" They seemed like old friends who hadn’t seen each other for ages, silently agreeing not to mention past confessions and rejections, as if they had forgotten those events. "I went back to school recently and heard you’re going to represent the school in this year’s international debate competition." Sean said, "In the European division, there’s a very strong Chinese girl. You might want to learn about her in advance." Eleanor showed some interest, "What’s her name?" "Nash?" A strange thought flashed through Eleanor’s mind, but she couldn’t quite catch it. Eleanor shook her head: "I don’t, but my mom’s surname is also Nash." In the business car heading to the bidding site. Cecilia Yates hooked her boyfriend Albert Sawyer’s arm and leaned her head on his shoulder, speaking sardonically, "Some people really have thick skins, doing nothing the whole time but now coming back to claim credit!" Originally, this project wasn’t Albert’s responsibility, but a month ago, after finishing the Mayfield Tech project and seeing the good background of this one, Albert snatched it from a colleague. Eleanor sat in the back row, and as soon as she looked up, she locked eyes with Cecilia Yates in the rearview mirror, seeing the provocation in Cecilia’s eyes. Eleanor found it quite amusing and wasn’t going to indulge her. She directly said, "If Attorney Yates has any opinions, you can talk to the partners or Manager Sawyer. Being sarcastic is pointless. Can you kick me out of the car, or the project group?" "Cecilia, shut up!" Albert Sawyer let out a low reprimand to his girlfriend. Too many women, too much trouble! Cecilia Yates was angry, wanting to say something but swallowed it back forcefully. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 "Eleanor, since you’re here, at least do something!" She handed Eleanor a USB stick, "You should copy the PPT from the computer to the USB stick later and handle the on-site projection." Eleanor didn’t want to argue with Cecilia over such trivial matters, and she indeed hadn’t contributed much to the project group, so she agreed. Copying the PPT was a no-brainer task: copying the PPT from the computer to the USB stick, then copying it to the presentation computer at the bidding site, and finally checking it. The whole process went smoothly. However, as soon as Eleanor turned her head, she saw Cecilia Yates with a meaningful smile full of expectation, as if waiting to see some drama. Eleanor quickly reviewed her actions today but couldn’t think of any mistakes. The presentation was about to begin, the senior officials of the host organization entered. Eleanor saw a very familiar face— Adrian Grant scanned the room full of attendees today and immediately spotted Eleanor at the back of the seats. Charles Rhodes nodded at Eleanor to show respect. Eleanor frowned in confusion: Why is Adrian Grant here? This company doesn’t seem related to Grant Group, did he come on purpose? Soon it was Aurelian & Partners’ turn to present, and Albert Sawyer went on stage as the main speaker. However, as soon as the PPT was opened, the originally fine file suddenly reported an error and wouldn’t open. In the vast tiered report room, more than two hundred pairs of eyes stared at Albert Sawyer on the stage, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat from nervousness. The host organization representative glanced displeasedly at the time: "Aurelian & Partners, if you can’t start within five minutes, we’ll proceed with a failed bid." "Eleanor, you were responsible for the PPT, what’s going on?" Cecilia Yates turned her head to grill Eleanor, taking the initiative to criticize, "Such an unreliable intern absolutely cannot be confirmed!" Eleanor was suddenly enlightened. This was the pit Cecilia Yates had set for her! The PPT was her responsibility to copy and check; now that there was a problem, she was the primary responsible party! In Cecilia Yates’ eyes, among the batch of interns, Eleanor was her biggest competitor for confirmation. Now Eleanor had made a huge mistake, so the confirmation quota would belong to Cecilia. Eleanor thought it was truly laughable. But now wasn’t the time to mock Cecilia. Eleanor stood up and quickly walked toward the stage while tidying her clothes. "Eleanor, what’s going on? Can you be reliable?" Albert Sawyer lowered his voice in questioning, his voice filled with panic. Eleanor copied the PPT again, but it still wouldn’t open. Eleanor softly asked Albert Sawyer: "Can you present without notes?" Albert Sawyer looked at her like she was crazy, "There are so many data points in the tech portion, how could anyone remember them? Plus, the business portion is entirely in English!" Eleanor directly took the microphone from him. "You? Don’t be arrogant—" Albert Sawyer hadn’t finished the word "arrogant" when Eleanor started speaking: "Distinguished leaders—" "Aurelian & Partners, you don’t have the PPT?" The representative interrupted Eleanor. Eleanor smiled and said: "PPT is just one way of presenting. Without it, we demonstrate our deeper familiarity with the proposal’s content." The representative was about to retort when a deep male voice suddenly rang out: "Hmm, just because there’s no computer and PPT, doesn’t mean people should be speechless." The representative immediately changed his attitude: "Yes, President Grant is right!" He then gestured for Eleanor to continue. Eleanor quickly glanced at Adrian Grant and began to formally present. Her authentic London accent poured into every listener’s ear through the speakers, with clear pronunciation and precise wording. After finishing the business portion, Eleanor switched back to Mandarin, speaking clearly and fluently, with a concise presentation style. Adrian Grant sat relaxed in the chair with his arms naturally crossed, his gaze fixed on Eleanor from start to finish. On stage, she seemed to glow, dazzling and impossible to look away from. Her stage presence and professional abilities far surpassed those of professionals who had been working for years. She was incredibly beautiful, with outstanding temperament. Even in the prestigious circles where female stars frequently appear to please, Eleanor remained one of the top beauties. Yet at this moment, standing on stage, she made people overlook her pretty face, entirely captivated by her professionalism. This was his treasured Zia. Zia, who had been shining since childhood. The bidding contact and judges were seated in the front row, and Eleanor made a point to exchange glances with these people, which led to several unintended moments of locking eyes with Adrian Grant. That unabashed admiration was the first she had seen from Adrian’s eyes; the man’s focused intensity and warmth nearly burned her, yet it felt like a deep lake threatening to drown her. Eleanor had to quickly look away to prevent herself from losing her rhythm.