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.

“You have done a stellar job in the Perkins Bank project. A clothing brand of theirs wants to work with us. Have a look at their proposal yourself.” Tiffany sat cross-legged in the chair and handed Janet a document to peruse. Then she lowered her head and continued to look over the design drafts.

a large stack of documents in her hands. It was industry norm for there to usually be a chief designer and at least one lower level co-designer collaborating on

raised her eyes, rested her elbow on the table, and said thoughtfully, “Since you have worked with the Perkins before, I am going to

I’m just a

any project, nor did she qualify for one; which meant

definitely attract

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

about Tiffany. Sometimes she felt that her supervisor was friendly and nice, other times

but still felt uneasy.

Perkins, will you please stop doing

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

of not accusing me

to be the chief designer on the new

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