Emily's statement stirred the entire room. Bob was the first to attack: "It seems Miranda is quite confident? This design isn't just my work; it’s the result of over a hundred people working for more than a month. And you dismiss it with a single sentence? Aren't you being a bit too confident?" Emily replied calmly, "I have every reason to be confident." "And what reason is that? Your pretty face or your impressive chest?" "Those too. Thanks for the compliment. But I’d prefer if you focused on more than just my appearance. Otherwise, I'll start thinking you only have eyes that work, and your brain is just for decoration." Bob hadn’t expected her to push back so assertively. He was caught off guard, and his face darkened. "Miranda, you’d better hope your skills match your attitude. Otherwise, you'll only ruin the little goodwill you have." "In this company, I'm the head of the design department. I don't need goodwill. I need compliance." With that, Emily turned on the projector. The screen displayed the electronic version of the design plans: cross-sections, front views, side views, top views, and exploded diagrams—over ten complex drawings, all spread out as digital files. Emily began to manipulate the mouse and keyboard, immediately starting to modify the designs. "Bob, can you tell me the foundation depth and load-bearing limit of this building?" she asked. Bob responded curtly, "Since you're so capable, why not figure it out yourself, Miranda?" Emily raised an eyebrow. "You want me to reverse-engineer the original data from the existing figures?" "Can't you?" "Of course, I can," she replied confidently. She swiftly pulled up a coding program and began typing rapidly. Within five or six minutes, she had written a small script. After inputting some data from the design plans, she pressed enter. The foundation depth and load-bearing limit appeared effortlessly on the screen. Emily murmured, "13.62 meters… 6980 kPa…”She paused for only a few seconds before pulling up the first cross-sectional diagram. With precision, she began making significant modifications. In a matter of minutes, the original swastika-shaped structure had transformed into a snowflake design. The snowflake had six petals, with each petal branching out horizontally or diagonally into at least four offshoots. Compared to the original design, the land usage was far more efficient, increasing the usable space on each floor by at least one-third without compromising lighting or ventilation. However, this change came with a major challenge—all the calculations would need to be redone. As the snowflake design began to take shape on the screen, the room fell silent. Those who had just mocked Emily for relying on her looks couldn’t help but gasp. The design alone was stunning. And to do it in such a short time? Even Bob’s face showed unease. As a professional, he could tell that Emily’s design was better than his. However, he wasn’t ready to concede. This was just a concept—there was still a long way to go before it could become a fully usable set of blueprints. With the massive amount of calculations required, how could she possibly finish? Bob spoke again, his tone indifferent, “It’s already been fifteen minutes. Is Miranda planning to keep us here until midnight just to hand over the revised blueprints to the construction team? A friendly reminder, we’re off work in half an hour. Will Adam be covering the overtime pay if this meeting runs long?” Adam, who had come to support Emily, found himself suddenly in the spotlight. Whether it was to help Emily or save face for himself, he had no choice but to stand by her. He spoke slowly, "I’ll cover today’s overtime pay…" "No need," Emily cut him off, her focus still on the screen as she continued working. "We’ll finish on time. Half an hour is plenty." "Miranda, are you serious?" Adamr lowered his voice, growing anxious. "Do you realize how massive the calculations for this blueprint are? I know you’re talented. Coming up with a revised design this quickly is already impressive. You’ve improved on the original design—that’s more than enough…" Emily paused, smiling. "Adam, I’m trying to save you money. The overtime pay alone could cover a year of your golf expenses." "I have more than enough money. I don’t need to save on that. What I need is a design director who can lead the company to success!" "Then let me prove to you that you made the right choice. I’m earning my salary for a reason."With that, she returned to the blueprint revisions. As for the calculations? Emily wrote five or six small programs on the spot to handle the computations. In just under half an hour, all seventeen blueprints had been fully revised. She exhaled, massaging her sore wrist, and then turned to Bob. "Bob, would you mind telling everyone what time it is?" Bob’s face had gone dark. He sat still, lips pressed tightly together, refusing to say anything. His eyes locked on Emily, burning with frustration, as if he could drill holes into her with his stare alone. "Amy?" "Oh, right! I’m here!" Amy glanced at her watch and immediately announced, “It’s five twenty-eight and forty-five seconds!” Emily nodded. “So, I finished in less than thirty minutes. Bob, I’ve completed the revisions. Are you satisfied now?”