Chapter 389
Chapter 389:
A flicker of interest flashed across Cayson’s face as he watched Yelena rise. “What do you have in mind?” he asked, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of curiosity. Bella’s expression darkened at the sight of Yelena standing, a mix of emotions swirling behind her eyes.
For Yelena
Bella paused, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she glanced in a particular direction. When she caught the faint nod of approval she’d been waiting for, a quiet sense of relief washed over her.
Bella had made sure Yelena would bring nothing of value to the table later, not with her flash drive tampered with. How could an inexperienced newcomer like Yelena ever hope to compete with her?
Bella didn’t even need to dirty her own hands; she controlled the situation from the sidelines.
Meanwhile, Yelena broke the silence with a frank assessment. “I think these designs are ordinary. It seems like our design department can only produce work that’s safe and uncontroversial. Sure, it’s hard to go wrong with these styles, but they’re too conservative. They won’t captivate consumers or strike any real chord with them p>
Cayson, who had initially worried that Yelena’s lack of industry experience might make her summary superficial, found himself surprised—and impressed. Her analysis not only echoed his own unstructured thoughts but took them several steps further.
Yelena didn’t just have a notion; she had a clear direction and a plan. If her ideas could be realized, they might elevate the entire department’s approach.
Others in the room nodded, intrigued by Yelena’s vision as she kept talking. The prospect of such a breakthrough appealed to many.
But praise rarely stood uncontested, and it was only a matter of time before dissenting voices challenged Yelena’s newfound influence.
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗏𝗲𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆
At Bella’s urging, someone in the room scoffed, “Yelena, it all sounds good, but talk is cheap. Do you have any concrete work to show us p>
Others jumped on the bandwagon. “Exactly. Fancy words mean nothing if you can’t back them up p>
Unruffled, Yelena calmly replied, “I’ve prepared some drafts. Let’s take a look p>
As she turned and headed toward the computer, she failed to notice the flash of smug satisfaction in Bella’s eyes.
Bella, cunning as ever, believed she had Yelena cornered. She had waited for this moment, anticipating Yelena’s humiliation the moment her files failed to open.
But when Yelena plugged in her flash drive, the screen filled with vibrant, fully-formed design concepts—no glitches, no corrupted files.
Pure brilliance.
Everyone stared, stunned by Yelena’s work.
Cayson, astonished, had never seen such creativity and vision. The entire room buzzed with admiration.
Bella’s jaw dropped. How was this possible? She had planted a virus in Yelena’s computer and tampered with the flash drive. Yet here Yelena stood, unscathed and triumphant.
Bella glanced at the accomplice who’d nodded at her earlier, but that person looked just as astonished. Yelena began her explanation with calm precision.
“If you’ve followed the fashion scene recently, you’ll know about the rise of the ‘new traditional style’—a contemporary take on traditional aesthetics. It’s everywhere, from airports to candid street shots. Celebrities adore it, and it’s ignited a major trend.” She paused, letting her words settle. “But true design isn’t about slapping on a few old motifs. True new traditional style blends cultural heritage with modern sensibilities. It streamlines intricate patterns into cleaner, wearable forms. It’s a thoughtful revival of tradition, taking the spirit of the past and shaping it into something relevant, practical, and striking for today’s world p>
Her voice was confident yet measured. “This style is about understanding our national culture at a deeper level, modernizing it without losing its essence. It’s not just a trend—it’s cultural consciousness, a respectful dialogue between heritage and innovation p>