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.

job in the Perkins Bank project.A clothing brand of

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

I work with this time?" Janet said, holding a large stack of documents in

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

just

had never been a chief designer on any project, nor did she qualify for

attract jealousy from

from us, so this is final.Well, you may leave now," Tiffany

had mixed feelings about

supervisor was friendly and nice, other

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

you please stop doing

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

do me the courtesy of not accusing me of something before you have ascertained whether I have actually done it?" Kent responded

me to be the chief designer on

our advertisement on TV and admired the costume design.That's why they