At nine o'clock in the morning
In the spacious conference room, the long pillowy table reflecting the cold light of the crystal chandelier.
Viviane, wearing a sharply tailored black suit and slightly pursed red lips, sat in the main seat exuding a powerful aura.
She glanced around at the shareholders in suits and leather shoes, their faces filled with disdain and contempt.
It was just her first day on the job, and they might very well try to get rid of her then.
"Miss Collins," a balding middle-aged man was the first to attack, his voice sharp and piercing, "you are just a designer and you don't have right to sit in this position"
"Exactly, the company has always been rivals with the Cartmell Group. You know how badly they've treated us. And here you are, coming in and snatching thei
