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.

in the Perkins Bank project.A clothing brand of theirs wants to

cross-legged in the chair and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then she lowered her head and

said, holding a

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

I'm just a mid-tier

chief designer on any project, nor did she qualify for one; which

attract jealousy from her

Group made that request from us, so this is final.Well, you may leave now," Tiffany said in a businesslike

mixed feelings

felt that her supervisor was friendly and nice, other times she felt like she was

it for some time but still felt uneasy.She called

will you please

on the other end of the line, he was initially quite happy.But

me of something before you have ascertained whether I have actually done

you tell Tiffany that you wanted me to be the chief designer on the new project?" Janet was confused and her

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