“Up you go,” he reached for her hand and kissed it gently. “You are going to do great. I know how overwhelming work can be, but you can do this, Stacey. Just trust the process and try not to think about it too much. It won't do any good thinking less of yourself. You are a badass designer, and I'm so sure you are going to kill the role. You can do it, Stacey.”
“Says who doesn't have to work to earn a living,” her eyes shoot daggers at the gentleman. “You shouldn't be talking about work when others have things to rant about with work. You f*****g live in a big mansion and you have a sister that makes everything happen for you.”
“Hold it right there,” he cut her off with a cold glare in his eyes. “Don't you even go there. You have no idea how much I have to work to get to where I am now. T
