Chapter 11 — Forty-two Days of Confinement

When I opened the door, she stood outside, no makeup, wearing a gray sweatshirt, her whole body looked thinner than last time. "Sister-in-law." "Come in." She sat on the sofa, her hands on her knees, not raising her head. I sat opposite, not speaking. Silence for about half a minute. "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry." I didn't say anything. She raised her head to look at me, her eyes slightly red. "You shouldn't have logged into my cloud storage. You shouldn't have used my plan. You also shouldn't have stood on stage and said it was your fault." do." "Why did you do that?" I asked. She pursed her lips. "When I transferred to Thanh Mieu, I assured the leadership that I could create a completely new brand identity. But after I started working, I discovered... I couldn't do it." She bowed her head and looked at her hands. "Previously I only did planning, content, distribution channels, and marketing. I'm not good at design. But words have been said and cannot be taken back." "So you stole from me." "At that time I thought you were my sister-in-law... I changed it a bit." use... moreover, you're not in this world..." "I'm not in this world?" She didn't say any more. "You think I'm just a full-time stay-at-home mother who can't appear in your industry." She didn't deny it. I stood up, went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. "Tran Tuyet, let me tell you something sincere." "Say it." "Your planning ability is really not bad. The parts about distribution channel strategy on stage that day were all her real abilities. She doesn't need to steal designs of others to prove your worth." She was stunned. "You made a stupid mistake. But this mistake is not irreversible, provided that you admit it yourself and correct it yourself." She nodded. "So how do you plan to handle it? Report to the police? Or tell your company?" "I said no prosecution, but there are conditions." She looked at me. "First, you post a correction in the industry group. No need to write a thousand words, three sentences are enough. Admit that plan was created by my studio, your version adjusted based on that foundation." She gulped. "Second, in the future any of your projects that have a design part, if you want to outsource them, you can find me to discuss cooperation. Pay the normal fee, follow the normal process. Don't sneak around behind other people's backs." She nodded. "Third." She raised her head. "If you have any opinions about the Tran family's affairs in the future, tell me directly. Don't continue posting behind your back, looking for relatives to pressure you, or doing shady things. You're an adult." She was silent for a few moments seconds. "Okay." "Okay then." I stood up. "Do you want some water?" She shook her head, stood up and walked out the door. Arriving at the mysterious gate, she stopped. "Sister-in-law." "Yes." "Since when did you become so powerful?" I looked at her. "I've always been like that. It's just that people didn't pay attention before." She left. After the door closed, I stood in the mysterious entrance, looking at the empty hallway. The phone lights up. To Vi sent a message: "Sister, today three new customers added to my WeChat to ask how to contact you. Now you are famous in the world. already in the local world, you know?" I put my phone in my pocket and walked to the side of the crib. The baby was awake, raising his little paw to chew happily. "Your mother won another match today." I reached out and poked the child's stomach. The child laughed loudly. The next day, Tran Tuyet posted that correction in the industry group. Just three sentences, very brief. "The brand identity project presented at the previous exchange had the original design from Lam Gian Design studio, made by Ms. Lam Van. I have adjusted and responded The application was based on that foundation, but when shared, it was expressed incorrectly, causing trouble for Ms. Lam Van. Now I officially apologize." Below someone replied: "Respect the original creation." Someone said: "Know how to take responsibility." There were also people who didn't say anything, but silently added my WeChat. In the week after that message was posted, I received eleven new inquiries. Eleven. Including three local mother and baby brands, two children's educational establishments, one restaurant chain, one fashion brands, the rest belong to many different industries. I could hardly believe it. I had an online meeting with two designers, selected six projects that I could accept and then prioritized them. "Sister, we only have three people now, isn't it a bit running six projects at the same time..." Young designer A Kha spoke up. "So I plan to recruit two more people." "Really?" "Yes. Posting a recruitment ad next week."After the meeting ended, I opened the computer and wrote a recruitment post. Halfway through writing, the phone rang. To be some strange. I answered the phone. "Excuse me, is this Ms. Lam Van of Lam Gian Design?" "Yes." "Hello, I am Vuong Thac, in charge of the brand department of Thanh Mieu Mother and Baby. Sorry for interrupting you suddenly." Thanh Mieu Mother and Baby. Tran Tuyet's company.