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

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

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

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 designer

just a

designer on any project, nor did she qualify

definitely attract jealousy from her

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

had mixed feelings about

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

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

you please stop doing

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

of not accusing me

to be the chief designer on the new project?"

with me.The clothing brand saw our advertisement on TV and admired the costume design.That's why they came to you," Kent