In the office, Vanessa was helping Anna organize her manuscript while venting her frustration.
"I just don't get it. How did they put someone who knows nothing in charge as a supervisor?" Vanessa paused, her cotton swab dipped in glue, before continuing angrily. "She doesn't even understand basic publishing processes! Two days ago, she changed Mr. Jenkins' new book cover to neon pink. Yesterday, she insisted on adding some CEO romance plot to a historical novel…"
Anna let out a quiet sigh. "Vanessa, it's fine to talk about this privately, but don't let it show in front of others. I'm an author—once my contract ends, I can sign with another publisher. But you work here. If she starts targeting you, it won't be good for you."
Vanessa was stunned for a moment before looking at Anna with gr
