The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 14

"Alright, enough arguing," Yvonne raised a hand, silencing the room as she played the role of the generous boss.

"Claire, since you're so opposed to pausing Luna Atelier, I'll give you a chance."

She slapped a file down on the table.

Printed boldly on the cover were three words: Crescent Moon Couture.

A collective gasp echoed through the design department.

"If your design passes their standards and satisfies the client, Luna Atelier stays independent."

Yvonne arched an eyebrow. "But if you can't produce a design that Crescent Moon Couture approves of within three days, Luna Atelier will be disbanded immediately."

Crescent Moon Couture was the absolute nightmare client of the design world. They paid a fortune but their standards were impossibly strict.

So far, the Sterling design department had 25 drafts rejected by them. Their contract was on the verge of being automatically voided.

The financial penalty was insignificant, but the blow to Sterling's reputation would be massive.

Now, this impossible task was being shoved onto Claire.

This wasn't an opportunity; it was a deliberate trap to force her to quit.

Daisy laughed mockingly. "Director Zimmerman, you're making things way too hard for Claire. Luna Atelier might be fine for tricking amateurs, but against a real client, they wouldn't even pass the first draft."

Betty Wade, who had been standing quietly behind Claire, finally snapped, her face flushed with anger.

"Claire's work is a celebrated artisanal craft! So many people love it. Why are you making things so difficult for her?"

Daisy glared at her with absolute disgust.

"You're just a little assistant. You don't have the right to speak here."

She raised her hand and shoved Betty hard. Betty stumbled backward, smashing her wrist against the edge of a desk. The skin immediately turned red and began to swell.

"Betty!" Claire rushed forward to catch her. Seeing her assistant injured, a frigid anger ignited in Claire's eyes.

In the past, she would have swallowed her pride for Jefferson's sake.

But now? She had no obligation to tolerate this garbage.

"Apologize," Claire demanded, her gaze piercing.

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