He sat down in front of Ada Wood and looked at her carefully.
She was no longer arrogant , only humble.
"I don't talk nonsense. I go straight to the theme. I need a painter here. I run a photo shop. Some people like to take pictures for them with paintbrushes. If you can, stay." Ada Wood lowers her head and retracts her rough fingers into the corner of his coat. Biting her lips hard, she dare not answer Vivien.
"It seems that you are not qualified for this job, then you go back, our company does not need cleaners for the time being."
Vivien squints and looks at Ada Wood, who has been holding her head down. It's not the first time he saw this girl. At the beginning, she beat all in her department with a painting brush, and he was one of them. If it wasn't for Aaron Hunter, she would
