In My Desperate Time

Chapter 54 Men are lower-body thinking animals

It’s my boss, Steven Song.

As soon as he sees me, his eyes are lit up and he pulls me into the room.

“I get a tough problem. You designed it. Come in and explain.”

I follow Steven Song in and immediately see Frances Louis sitting in the main seat.

According to the rules of the business, those sitting on the main seat are either the owner or the distinguished guest.

In Frances Louis's lofty attitude, I believe he is the latter.

Frances Louis glances at me, then withdraws his gaze and continues talking to the man next to him.

He pretends not to know me. That's fine. I don’t want others to know about our relationship.

Song Group owns a large luxury brand, which produces only advanced customization. I am responsible for the design of a man’s belt.

To be honest, a lot of times my designs are inspired by a single thought. If someone wants me to explain, I wouldn't be able to tell why.

“This is my assistant, Jane Noyes.” Steven Song introduces me to the group and takes me to the table.

There are only two empty seats left. Being stupefied for a while, Steven Song takes the seat next to Frances Louis, while I sit next to him.

Steven Song knows my relationship with Frances Louis. The reason why he sits there is that he doesn’t want me to feel awkward.

“Miss Noyes has come. Let her explain what kind of belt can be sold on the price of 8.88 million.” One fat ma says.

I look at Steven Song and begin to describe my design according to his indication.

“Belt is the closest decoration to the human body besides clothes. Since close to the body, that the most important thing is comfortable. So, we use the top-quality cowhide, with superb workmanship, to make it soft and tough. In this way, the belt can maintain the stereoscopic appearance, as well as to fit to the radian of us to the maximum degree, which enhances the comfort. The buckle is designed as an embossed crown, each corner of which is inlaid with the finest diamonds from South Africa. As for the middlemost diamond, we used a pink diamond. The whole belt is modest but luxurious, with superior workmanship, and the sense of taste arises spontaneously. These diamonds are expensive at their own value, and the belt are sold in limited quantities, so there is nothing wrong with a higher price. Besides, isn't 888 the number that businessmen like best?”

In fact, I can see that there are people in the room who want to buy it, but don’t want to spend so much money on it.

The belt is limited to 500 pieces worldwide and is intended for the richest men. Every belt can bring the benefit of millions of dollars.

Frances Louis, who is sitting opposite me, suddenly stands up and smiles at me, “Miss Noyes said that the belt is very comfortable, but now I may have drunk too much wine, and I feel a little strangled. I don’t know how to adjust the belt. Will Miss Noyes help me?”

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I know Frances Louis wants to hassle me on purpose.

But what I know more is that I am really careless in the design of this belt. People who wear the belt don’t feel comfortable to adjust it. In other words, this kind of belt is only suitable for other people to help them adjust.

There are some people in this room who really want to buy this belt and I can’t destroy Steven Song’s business.

Biting my lips, I stand up and reach for Frances Louis's waist with trembling hands.

He doesn't have a beer belly, the waistline and muscles at his waist fit into his shirt, and his entire upper body exudes an intoxicating hormonal scent.

And the belt is just at the awkward position between the upper body and the lower body. My face blushes involuntarily.

It feels so weird to unlock Frances Louis's belt in front of so many people.

I narrate the using method as well as I unlock his belt, trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Something as delicate as this, must be unlocked by a woman to make a man feel noble. Imagine the woman of your dreams, with her boneless little hands, gently untying this belt.”

I peek around at the audience, and their eyes are glaring. It looks like what I just said is working. Men are lower-body thinking animals. My words have pleased them.

Frances Louis locks his eyes on me. God knows how my heart beat when I said that!

Mission done! I am relieved. I adjust Frances Louis's belt, and finally throw this hot potato away.

“Good. President Song, I will order one.”

“Don’t forget mine.”

“I think this belt goes with me, I want one, too!”

Ten men sitting here, except Frances Louis and Steven Song, order this belt.

I am finally relieved.

When we were designing the belt, Steven Song and I were worried that it would not sell well. But I did not expect that after my explanation, these men would spend so much money to buy this belt. Rich people are surrounded by rich people. After a lot of publicity, it will probably sell more than half in America, and the rest will be all right.

The phone vibrates in the bag, and Noah Jefferson calls me.

It comes to me that I am having lunch with Noah Jefferson.

“Sorry I have to go. Please enjoy.”

I go to the door and answer the phone.

“Jane Noyes, where have you been? Why haven't you come back?” Noah Jefferson sounds worried.

“I met my boss. I will come soon.”

I hung up the phone and walk to him hurriedly.

As the dishes are all served, I sit down and we begin to eat.

Noah Jefferson helps me for food gently, his doting eyes almost melting me.

If I can be spoiled by a man like him for the rest of my life, that must be very happy.

“Jane Noyes, I really don't mind your past. I don't want to miss you again. Will you be my girlfriend?” whispers Noah Jefferson.

I almost nod to say yes.

Until I see Frances Louis striding to me.

Not only him, and others who have lunch with him.

I sit in the corner. Others are talking and don’t notice me. So, Frances Louis's eyes are particularly sharp.

I put my head down and don’t dare to see him.

The time he has passed seems especially long.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he goes out of the hotel.

After a quick meal, I say goodbye to Noah Jefferson on the pretext that I have to go back to work on an advertisement. And the request he made has ended up with nothing definite. Fortunately, he doesn’t push me and gives me not so much pressure.

I walk ahead, and when I arrives at the office building, I suddenly see Frances Louis's car!

His tall figure leans against the door, cigarette in one hand, and stands there easily. If I want to enter the company gate, I have to walk past him.

If I am right, He is waiting for me!