'All those brilliant designers are just trash?'
'Then wouldn't that make her, a half-baked designer, the queen of all trash?'
Phoebe Faulkner gazed at the impossibly arrogant man before her, feeling a little dejected. Still, she had to admit he had every right to be so proud. Long before she even knew who he was, she had been completely won over by the designs he'd casually sketched.
A man like that, no matter how arrogant, could still make people admire him wholeheartedly.
"Phoebe, Phoebe, are you in there? Phoebe?"
Just as Phoebe Faulkner was lost in her thoughts, a girl's shouts came from outside the CEO's office, followed by the sound of the secretary trying to stop her. "Miss, you can't go in!"
"Miss, please stop shouting, or I'll have to call security."
"Phoebe! Phoebe!"
Phoebe Faulkner recognized the voice. She looked at Jace Lennox. "It's a coworker from my part-time job at the coffee shop. She got dragged into this because she was trying to stand up for me today."
