This has been the third time I went to Jeremy’s office, and this was also the third time that he rejected my drawings. I closed my eyes, thinking of the day he rejected my work, but this had not happened before. Everything was wrong with them, and every time I came back, he would always see something that needed change.
“Tired already, Sayonara?” Jeremy asked as if he wanted me to give up already.
I shook my head. “I hope this has nothing to do with Paul or me rejecting you, Jeremy,” I said in a sarcastic voice.
He scoffed at me, shaking his head as he fixed his eyes on the screen of his monitor.
“You know that I work professionally, Sayonara,” he said as he furrowed his forehead on something and then printed it. He took the paper and pushed it at me. “You are wasting my time on yo
