Chapter 1 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

The Intern Secretly Cut 8,000,000 Yuan Haute Couture Dress Then Showed It Off In Group Chat, At The Red Carpet Of The Awards Ceremony, I Made Her Sign The Compensation Paper In Front Of The Entire Media I stayed awake for twenty-one days. Finally, I was able to borrow a tuxedo that was strong enough to overwhelm the red carpet. Then the dress disappeared. In the company chat group, the intern suddenly tagged me directly:

"Sister, I got the wrong one hihi. Thank you for lending me your battle robe!"

Attached is a photo. A silver dress cut short to the base of her thighs. I laughed. That thing is worth 8,000,000 yuan. It's a costume specially prepared for the queen to step onto the red carpet tonight. What she didn't know was that there were three hundred media agencies waiting to capture it tonight. Even the trademark lawyer... Is on his way. I sat in the modeling room, staring at the empty mannequin in front of me. I felt like I was a piece of lining that was burned through by a hot iron. Incorrect. At least the lining can still be inside the clothes. It doesn't even have the qualifications to be a foundation pad. Twenty-one days. Five hundred and four hours. Thirty thousand two hundred and forty minutes. I personally ironed every fold of the dress, counted every bead, looked at every silver thread reflecting the light. Its name is "Milky Way". Unique worldwide. Intangible heritage artist Manh Tuyet Chau spent two years completing this work. On the skirt of the dress are three thousand six hundred handmade sequins. Each bead is attached to the correct position on the star map. Originally, I didn't need to torture myself to this extent. But tonight is the night of the annual awards ceremony of Tinh Dieu Communications. Actress Tham Tri Y will officially announce Van Doan Gia's status as global ambassador right on the red carpet. The brand only made one request.

"The vestments must be intact."

"It must be received by Le Duong himself."

"Before stepping on the red carpet, absolutely do not leave your sight."

I am Le Duong. Director of the visual department of Tinh Dieu Communications. Also the only person in the past twenty-one days who was allowed to touch that dress. Ten o'clock in the morning. Formal attire was brought to the company. I signed it myself. Lock it yourself in the imaging room on the twenty-seventh floor. Eleven hours forty-seven minutes. I went downstairs to get the jewelry box that Tham Tri Y's team had just sent. A total of less than ten minutes. When I returned... The mannequin was empty. I looked at the lone hanger in front of me for three seconds. Then open the dust bag, the wardrobe, the spare outfit bin and all the storage racks. Empty. All are empty. I turned my head to look at my assistant.

"Where is my dress?"

Tong An An held the registration book in her hand, her face pale.

"Miss Duong... I'm just going to print a procedure sheet."

"Disappeared?"

"Gone."

For the next thirty minutes, I was like a plucked bird, running from the twenty-seventh to the twenty-ninth floors. Shaping room. Dressing room. Storage. Tea room. Temporary changing room. I even flipped through the basket of dirty clothes to look for them. Nowhere. A dress worth 8,000,000 yuan just disappeared from the world. I stood at the end of the hallway, looking at my face projected on the glass wall. Suddenly I feel this is ridiculous. Right at that moment. The phone rang. Company chat group. Five hundred and twelve members. There is a new message. I click open. The sender is Lam Kieu Kieu. Her profile picture is a selfie of her holding a glass of milk tea, pouting her lips to the point of breaking the straw.

"@Le Duong Sister, I'm sorry. Just now when I went to the styling room to pick up clothes, I seemed to have mistakenly picked up a dress. When I finished fixing it and putting it on, I realized the label wasn't mine hihi."

"It's because I was too careless!"

"Thank you for letting me borrow your robe for the year-end party, love you so much!"

There is also an air kiss symbol attached to the back. And a photo. In the photo, Lam Kieu Kieu is standing in front of the bathroom mirror on the twenty-eighth floor. She wears "Ngan Ha" on her body. That is no longer "Milky Way" anymore. Her elegant, sweeping silver dress was cut off from above the knee. The skirt of the dress was jagged and jagged as if it had been chewed by a dog. The milky way embroidered with silver thread on the chest was also ripped off by her. Revealing a large piece of skin. The handmade beads on the side of the dress were scattered all over the floor. She also took the broken tassel and wrapped it around her wrist, posing in a way that she considered seductive. The group chat immediately exploded.

"Kieu Kieu's repair is so beautiful!"

"It would be a waste if these legs weren't in the entertainment industry."

"Are all of Ms. Duong's clothes this beautiful? Can I borrow one?"

"If an intern dares to wear the director's clothes, that's really brave."

"The year-end party is supposed to be that outstanding. Kieu Kieu has a future."

One after another, people dropped the laughing emoji. Someone released the applause icon. Someone also asked her where she bought the identical version. The atmosphere in the group was extremely bustling, as if this was just a normal sample outfit that a young girl had shortened a bit. Who would have thought anyway? Something that looks like a dress in the company's styling room... It costs up to 8,000,000 yuan. I leaned my back against the wall, quietly looking at the phone screen. Look at that selfie. Look at the pile of silver threads and beads scattered at her feet. Then I laughed. It's the kind of laughter that wells up from the bottom of your stomach. Carrying the bitter taste of twenty-one days of lack of sleep. I exited the chat group and opened Lam Kieu Kieu's profile. Start date: Three days ago. Department: Coordination of artists and interns. Now I remember. Three days ago, the human resources department sent a notice. The Artist Coordination Department just accepted a new intern. She is the niece of deputy general director Giang Man. Every time we meet, the woman stares at me and says:

"The visual department spends too much money."

I put my phone in my pocket and went back to the shaping room. Tong An An looked at me, his voice trembling slightly:

"Miss Duong... that dress..."

"It's been cut."

"I saw it in the group chat. Kieu Kieu is Deputy President Giang's person. Don't take on all the burden yourself."

I glanced at the clock. Twelve hours and eighteen minutes. There are six hours and forty-two minutes left until Tham Tri Y steps onto the red carpet. I opened the company chat group and typed a message.

"@Lam Kieu Kieu It's okay. It's just that that dress is a little special. Can I go to the styling room on the twenty-seventh floor to talk a few words?"

Several new messages immediately appeared in the group.

"Miss Duong is generous really."

"It's just a set of clothes, is there such a need to go overboard?"

"Don't scare that little girl."

"Kieu Kieu's first time attending the annual party, give her some dignity."

Lam Kieu Kieu responded immediately with a voice message. Is sending a voice message directly to a group of five hundred and twelve people. I click open.

"Okay sister, I'll be right up here. Sorry. Next time, can I buy you milk tea to make up for it?"

Sweet, pampering voice. The tail is as long as molasses. I looked at that voice message. Then answer with exactly one word. Then get up and pour two cups of warm water. A cup for yourself. A drink for her. Some people should moisten their throat a little before giving birth.