Eleanor spotted the paper bag on Meredith's desk the moment she walked in.
If she remembered right, Cassandra had carried that exact bag into the office that morning.
Chanel packaging. Scarf box.
"You need something?" Meredith's tone made clear she didn't have the patience for it.
"I just wanted to ask about my drafts." Eleanor tried to organize her thoughts. "None of my ten designs got selected. I'd like to understand where the issue was."
She kept her tone measured. Meredith rolled her eyes anyway.
"Instead of wasting my time asking why, maybe work on improving your actual skills. Look at Cassandra, brand new here, same age as you, and she landed three approvals. You couldn't land one."
"..."
"You've got nerve, coming in here asking me to explain myself. Do I look like your colle
