My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was autumn in Seacisco.Golden, auburn and red leaves fell gently from the trees and scattered the streets below.

The sky was overcast and gloomy.

Every person on the street had windbreakers on and walked briskly through the inclement weather.

Janet peered out of the window, wondering whether there would be heavy rains to follow this foreboding weather.

Tiffany's usual serious voice suddenly came to her ears.

"See me in my office, Lind." Everyone cast Janet a sympathetic look.

Recently, Tiffany had been picking on every designer in the store.

People were starting to wonder if she was perhaps going through menopause.

"Ms.Fisher, what can I do for you?"

Janet recalled the work she had done over the past few days.She had completed every project as scheduled.She couldn't think of a reason for Tiffany to criticize her.

have done a stellar job in the Perkins Bank project.A clothing brand of theirs

and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then she lowered

said, holding a large stack of

there to usually be a chief designer and at least one lower level co-designer collaborating on one project together.Tiffany raised her eyes, rested her elbow on the table, and said thoughtfully, "Since you have worked with the Perkins before, I am going to let you be the chief

I'm just

project, nor did she qualify for one; which

could definitely attract jealousy from

so this is final.Well, you may

had mixed feelings

friendly and nice, other times

about it for some time but still felt uneasy.She called Kent during her

you please stop

the other end of the line, he was initially quite

me the courtesy of not accusing me of something before you have ascertained whether I have actually

be the chief designer

nothing to do with me.The clothing brand saw our advertisement on TV and admired the costume design.That's why they came to you,"