Claire's POV
I flopped down at my desk, feeling Vivi's ice-cold glare boring into me. A chill ran down my spine as I realized I'd completely burned that bridge. Working under her supervision from now on was going to be pure torture.
I lowered my head and pursed my lips. God, I just needed Fashion Week to end quickly so I could take that supervisor position at ART. Once I had that promotion and salary bump, nobody would dare mess with me again.
The thought made everything I was doing seem worth it.
After I'd been sitting there for just a few minutes, Vivi strode over and literally threw a folder onto my desk.
"Due this afternoon," she snapped. "Important client. Do it properly!"
I bit my lip, fighting the urge to snap back. I knew she'd make my life difficult, but the de
