At nine o'clock the next morning , Brenda was called to Mr. Price's office as soon as she arrived at the office. Mr. Price was the general manager.
"Good morning, Mr. Price. What can I do for you?"
"How is it going with the order from Butch Warner?" Mr.Price, his hands propped on the table, inquired with a serious look.
Faced with her boss's questioning, Brenda weighed the situation in her mind. If she told him frankly that she didn't want to design clothes for Butch, he would definitely be angry.
She was new to the company, so she naturally didn't want to offend her immediate superior. She was thinking that there were many ways to open up the market in J city. Butch Warner wasn't absolutely essential. She would think of other ways in due time.
"There's no progress for th
