Right after Charlotte Thompson had left, a wave of discontented murmurings finally erupted in the designer's office.
"It's not as if it's a completely independent design, just the final garment presentation. Why so many demands?"
"Right, the constant back and forth with task reminders, one would think she's the president of our company!"
"Well, she is the president's wife, isn't she? What can we corporate drones even say!"
"Sigh, it's really annoying. Ever since she parachuted in as the Director, we haven't had a single good day."
"If we offend her now, won't our days get even worse? After all, she is the president's wife!"
"I feel like she has firmly remembered all of us, what if she seeks revenge later? Do we still want this job or not!"
"What kind of president's wife is she?"
At that moment, from a corner came a contemptuous snicker, drawing everyone's attention.
"Just a woman who plays the field."
Upon these words, everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
