Diana's POV:
"There are five marketing teams, and they are all fighting for what we are fighting for." Mr Smith said, walking around the conference table and handing over brochures. "We've never had trouble staying on top, but lately with one person missing on the team, we have suffered a drastic setback."
I shifted in my seat, feeling the weight of responsibility on my chest. He walked past me, dropping my brochure in front of me. I picked it up and stared at it.
"These are mock ups of our latest project," He announced after he had finished handing them all over. "Flip through them now and let's hear your suggestions."
"Psst!" I felt a finger poke my side.
Sighing, I turned to see none other than Amanda. "What is it?" I asked her. Why would she even want to sit beside me in the fir
