Naomi Hart flung the crumpled design draft straight back across the desk at Ms. Reeves.
“Ms. Reeves, I’ve always respected you as my superior. Tell me have I ever once revised a single design of mine based on your so-called suggestions?”
Her voice was calm, precise, and razor-sharp. “Are you deliberately trying to stop me from finishing this project?”
Naomi had always been methodical, her goals crystal clear. In the past she had answered Ms. Reeves with polite smiles. Today the smile was gone, replaced by an icy expression that left the older woman momentarily speechless.
Ms. Reeves recovered quickly, her face darkening. “A first draft is supposed to be flawless. If there are problems, why shouldn’t I point them out?”
Naomi let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Then please enlighten me, M
