The visitor's smile didn't reach her eyes, and something about it made the whole floor go quiet.
Naomi worked in design. Rank meant everything in a building like this, and rank could crush a person clean through and the woman standing in front of her desk outranked her by a wide margin. Naomi was an ordinary designer. The woman in front of her ran the entire sales division.
"Ms. Dawson, I'm a designer. This isn't really within my job scope, is it?" Naomi kept her voice even.
The manager's eyebrows arched. "Why? Something this small, and you can't manage it?"
"Sales has priority on how this company allocates its people. Surely you already know that."
She pressed the point deliberately, giving Naomi no room to wriggle out of it.
Her sharp eyes swept over Naomi's face, contempt and some
