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.
"So who will I work with this time?" Janet said, holding 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 codesigner 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 for this project."
"But I'm just a mid-tier designer..."
She had never been a chief designer on any project, nor did she qualify for one; which meant that Tiffany was making an exception for her.
This could definitely attract jealousy from her colleagues.
"The Perkins Group made that request from us, so this is final. Well, you may leave now," Tiffany said in a businesslike tone.
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