Completing two full, polished fashion drafts in just five hours and forty-five minutes?
There’s no need to spell out what kind of level that is—it speaks for itself. Which meant everything Lilian had said earlier—her critiques, her questions about Emily’s competency—was officially irrelevant.
To Emily, it was kind of funny how Lilian had written her off just because she hadn’t held a formal job in the past three years. As if that meant her skills were gone, her hands were useless, or she’d lost her edge just because she wasn’t out earning a paycheck.
People tend to forget—she used to be a designer once too, grinding through long hours and brutal deadlines. In fact, her old boss expected them to crank out a fully polished draft every two and a half hours.
The workload here? Child’s pl
