The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Why did Mr. Harding give us such a difficult director? She’s worse than Ike,” a male colleague complained under his breath as he made revisions to his design drawing.

Fortunately, Tiffany’s office was far from here, so they could afford a moment to slack off.

“Tiffany’s a typical twenty-first century iron lady. She’s good with office work and housework.” Suddenly, a female colleague sitting next to Natalie poked her head out. “Hey, is she married? How old is she anyway?”

“I don’t know how old she is, but I’m willing to bet she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” The male colleague gnawed one end of his pen, lost in thought as he stared at his drawing.

Natalie commented lightheartedly, “I think she’s good for this department. She might be cold and strict, but she’s just and will get the job done. We could learn a lot from her.”

As everyone chattered on excitedly, they suddenly heard a knock on the glass. Tiffany was standing by the door in a black dress, her lips pursed unhappily. “Since you all have so much free time on your hands, let’s have a meeting at ten o’clock. All you designers are required to attend.”

A hush fell over the office. Everyone knew they were doomed. The male colleague subtly made a gesture of slitting his throat.

“The design department just received an important project. We’ll be cooperating with another company to design the spring collection. Every designer has to submit their plan by the end of this week.”

As Tiffany spoke, she flipped through a PowerPoint presentation concisely. Then, glancing at all the designers before her, she finished assigning tasks and left the room, like a teacher leaving her students to answer their test.

The atmosphere in the design department dropped several hundred degrees.

Natalie and the other designers all worked overtime that week, sketching drafts seriously, as if they were in the middle of an intense exam.

Surprisingly, when the designs were submitted a week later, Natalie’s design was selected.

had come to an end. But one morning, Tiffany suddenly

have to start over and design a

frowned, tilting her head

me first. When we handed over your draft to the client,

the design draft she had submitted and carefully

is in complete accordance with their requirements. I’m surprised they had rejected it. Maybe it’s because I’m too inexperienced to understand where I had gone wrong. Ms. Fisher, please

Tiffany was also equally confused

presented it to the client. Well, frankly, if a client is not happy with our design, they never reject it right away. They usually ask us to modify it based on their requirements.

we do

and ask them why they rejected it. It would be better to talk to them in person. Bring your design drafts and laptop with

Tiffany’s decisiveness shocked Natalie.

modify the design until the

Tiffany had other

to the Color

and it ran a women’s fashion brand that

at the

talk to me directly.” Cassie walked in haughtily

arrogant and complacent after seeing

Natalie’s face, Tiffany frowned. “You

woman has come to our house to collect second-hand goods several times. So