CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: DESIGNING THE LOGO

Iris Lockwood finally snapped back to reality.

"Huh? What did you call me for?"

Matthew Sullivan looked at her with disdain, "If you’re not serious about working, please step out."

"Then you might have to step out too," James Grant casually added a cutting remark.

From the reflective surface, Evelyn Clayton saw Matthew Sullivan’s hand hidden under the table clenching into a fist, as if he might get up and punch James Grant at any moment.

She quickly changed the subject, "When is our next meeting?"

"Now. The Starlight Project is the group’s first step towards youth orientation, I value this plan highly, and I’ve already made arrangements with the media. Now we just need to finalize each step, the budget will be handed over to you, Director Sullivan."

Every time James said "Director Sullivan," it was laced with sarcasm.

Matthew Sullivan was furious but couldn’t retaliate, so he pretended not to hear.

"No problem. I’ll inform the chairman."

James Grant took out his phone, tapped it a few times, and put it away.

"I’ve sent you the list of sponsors, ten in total, you need to secure at least half."

"Ten?! How long will it take me to negotiate?" Matthew Sullivan slapped the table in dissatisfaction, "You’re clearly making things difficult for me."

"If you can’t do it, I can hand it over to someone else."

At James Grant’s words, Matthew Sullivan had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

"I’ll do it, I’ll finish within a week."

"Good luck to you."

James Grant patted Evelyn Clayton’s shoulder, "Come to my office, let’s discuss the project details."

"Now?" Evelyn Clayton glanced at her watch, it was almost noon.

"Yes."

Iris Lockwood immediately picked up her bag to go along, but James Grant stopped her.

"You don’t need to go, assist Director Sullivan here."

"Alright!" Iris Lockwood eagerly sat beside Matthew Sullivan, but was forced to move to the opposite side by his glance.

Evelyn Clayton, not wanting to stay with the two of them, immediately followed James Grant to his office.

James Grant’s office was decorated in an ultra-minimalist style, with only black, white, and gray colors.

Her designer instincts kicked in, and she couldn’t help but point at the filing cabinet.

"This cabinet color shouldn’t be used, it looks dirty and dark, a white that’s three degrees brighter would look better."

After speaking, she realized, "Sorry, it’s just a habit."

Quentin Hale came in with water and happened to hear her.

"Miss Clayton, I’m in charge of the office decoration. It’s my oversight."

Evelyn Clayton looked around, these setups were out of place with James Grant’s flamboyant style.

As if guessing her thoughts, James Grant leaned back in his spacious office chair, hands crossed behind his head.

"What? Does it feel out of place with my style?"

"Hmm. I thought your office would have showy things like golf clubs." Evelyn Clayton was blunt.

"There are, three sets of golf clubs in the cabinet. But I play poorly, so they’re just collecting dust in there." James Grant didn’t seem to mind revealing his shortcomings to Evelyn Clayton.

Perhaps he really dislikes them, so he doesn’t feel the need to pretend.

"Are project details planned this early? What’s the first step?" Evelyn Clayton sat upright, looking ready to listen intently.

"Our project doesn’t have a logo yet, you need to design one now."

"Now?" Evelyn Clayton was taken aback; she had dealt with many odd clients but had never heard of such an outrageous request, "We have no concept for this project yet."

"Why not? What’s our Starlight Project for?"

"It’s to discover new generations with potential."

"That’s our concept, just design a logo for it," James Grant stood up from behind the table, walked over to her, and placed a piece of paper and a pen in front of her, "Now, draw."

"..."

Evelyn Clayton stared at his face for several seconds, once certain he wasn’t joking, she resignedly picked up the pen.

"I need time to brainstorm."

"You can take as long as you want to brainstorm. We’ll have lunch in my office, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything."

Evelyn Clayton closed her eyes, focusing on the concept, and a flash of inspiration crossed her mind.

James Grant didn’t disturb her and messaged Quentin Hale to buy two lunch orders.

He sat at his desk, reading the project plan, motionless, as if Evelyn Clayton wasn’t in the office.

Feeling his gaze wasn’t on her, Evelyn Clayton relaxed a lot. Although she hadn’t grasped the inspiration just now, her thoughts started to expand, she was almost there, just a step away from coming up with something.

Suddenly, a piece of clothing was draped over her.