Jenna Shaw arrived at the Ford Group, carrying a box of pastries, and headed for Walter Ford's general manager's office.
She glanced at the box in her hands, a hint of joy in her eyes. She remembered how much Walter Ford loved the pastries from this famous old bakery, and she had waited in line for a long time this morning just to get them.
"Ms. Shaw, I'll take you to Mr. Ford's office," an assistant said, leading the way.
Jenna Shaw nodded and smiled politely. "Thank you."
The moment Jenna Shaw was out of earshot, the staff began to whisper among themselves:
"Why is she wearing that hideous white dress again? Her taste is just awful. It looks strange no matter how you look at it. How could Mr. Ford have such bad taste, getting a fiancée like her?"
