CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
My eyes hovered around the table, guilty looks stretching on the faces of the twelve members of the marketing team. I slapped the file I was holding on the table, exhaling in complete frustration while trying not to lose it in front of them. They were pushing me closer to the edge of my sanity faster than my psychotic ex-boyfriend.
“So you are telling me that none of you have come up with any marketing strategy we can apply to the new fashion line?” I asked in complete disbelief. Were they all just a bunch of pretty faces and only showed up to work so they could get paid? As far as I was concerned, they were all so incompetent that it made me want to just scream at them. There were things running out of control in my life and this job was the only thing helping me keep
