The Substitute Wife: 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.

clothing brand

chair and handed Janet a document to peruse.Then she lowered her head and

work with this time?" Janet said, holding a large stack

was industry norm for 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

I'm just a

a chief designer on any project, nor did she qualify for one; which meant that Tiffany was making an

could definitely attract jealousy from

us, so this is final.Well,

mixed feelings

supervisor was friendly and nice, other times she

thought about it for some time but still felt

please stop doing

line, he was initially quite happy.But when he heard the frigid tone in which she questioned him,

you do me the courtesy of not accusing me

be the chief

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