Eleanor already knew who was behind it. Cassandra.
Cassandra had missed enough days caring for Diane to get herself fired from Fenwick & York.
F&Y allowed personal leave, Cassandra just hadn't bothered to file for it.
Eleanor understood now. It had all been calculated, a way to land herself a spot at Cross Group.
"Don't worry, your design speaks for itself. I have complete confidence in you," Peter said, catching the paleness in her face.
Eleanor managed a thin smile.
The design had never been her worry.
Over the following days, Eleanor buried herself in work.
Her husband was already gone, handed over to Cassandra. If her design work couldn't outshine Cassandra's too, it felt like there'd be nothing left of her worth holding onto.
The market didn't care about any of that, though,
