LOGINJeff’s POVThere’s no way what has been happening with Ashley flopping at most of the tasks assigned to her is a coincidence. I don’t believe in coincidences anyway, especially not in business, and certainly not where Ashley is concerned.Everything that has gone wrong lately at the company, from missed deadlines to disgruntled clients, and now the public humiliation at the conference, all circle back to one person ... Ashley.As expected, the press has been having a field day publishing whatever they fancy as the story of the mess at the conference.What annoys me the most is that I'm being painted as a villain, while Ashley is being painted as a poor, innocent soul with a blood-sucking demon for a boss.There are countless videos from every imaginable unflattering angle of Ashley looking all wide-eyed with panic, and innocent, while I reprimand her for her failure, as any reasonable boss would do, but everyone is against me for some reason.I’m now fully convinced that she's doing a
Ashley’s POVMiller Fashion House is one of the most reputable fashion design companies in the country.Some people argue that it is second only to Jeff’s company, while others believe that Claire’s father’s company is bigger and more successful, placing Miller Fashion House in third position in the country.Whatever the case, the fact is that the three companies are sworn rivals, but Jeff and Claire’s father's company has set aside their rivalry in recent times, because of Claire and Jeff's relationship. I wonder what is going to happen now that they've broken up, or maybe they're going to get back together again. I don't know and neither do I care about that.Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that William, the supermarket guy, was the owner of Miller Fashion House. No wonder he loathes Claire and Jeff so much. Nonetheless, I'm not about to be dragged into whatever fiasco they’ve got going on. Before I can think of what to say to thaw the ice, Jeff speaks.“Ah, I see. I gues
Ashley’s POVNobody comes after me, not that I expected them to. In fact, I want all of them to stay right there and listen to that witch called Claire present.Perhaps she will be able to salvage the situation. Hell, I fervently hope and pray that she'll be able to do that, so that perhaps Jeff won't be so angry with me.Once I get backstage and the curtains fall behind me, I look for an empty corner where no one would see me crying, and then my knees buckle, and I collapse to the floor, sobbing profusely.The memory of those cameras flashing in my stunned face, the memory of Jeff’s angry face as he snarled at me to fix the mess that Claire created, and the memory of the devilish smile on Claire’s face after accomplishing her task are firmly stuck in my head.I'm having a severe panic attack all alone here, with no one to talk me out of it, but that's fine.I remain there for several minutes, after which I suddenly hear footsteps approaching fast. I start to gather myself up from the
Ashley’s POVClaire is holding a phone, which she was operating seconds ago, just before my tablet went off.While I’m not the most tech-savvy person on the planet to be able to guess exactly what she did on the phone, I know for a fact that whatever she did on it caused the glitch on my tablet.She was the one who handed me the tablet after I started working at the company, so the chances are that she has remote access to it and has somehow turned it off from her end.“I’m so sorry, please give me a second.” I apologize to the audience again as sweat runs down my temple.The murmuring from the audience is getting louder now, and I don’t dare look at Jeff’s face to see how he’s taking this unfortunate incident.Despite the air-conditioned room, I soon begin to sweat profusely as I fumble with the device. I long-press the power button to turn it on, and finally, after several tense minutes have passed, it comes on.I wait tensely for the boot logo to disappear so I can open the files a
Ashley’s POVWe get to the event center right on time. The place is huge and intimidating, with large glass walls and modern lighting.There are dozens and dozens of designers and investors mingling. Of course, Jeff is popular in these circles, as is Claire.I stand behind them, feeling so out of place and trying to steady my breathing as people come up to us to greet and chat with them.Seeing Claire in these circles, mingling with people, makes me realize that she’s the perfect actress.If I didn’t know what she’s capable of doing, I would have thought that she’s a very charming and polite woman, just like these people clearly do.After a while, Claire turns to face me, her signature venomous smile in place.“Oh, Ashley dear, I forgot to tell you this, but you’re doing the presentation today.” She says, her eyes daring me to argue.My blood goes cold, and my mouth falls open as I stare at her stupidly. “Me? I don’t understand. I thought you were …”“No, I’m not. I already told Jeff
Ashley’s POVI never in my wildest dreams envisaged something like this happening, so I didn’t bother to bring a needle and thread with me to even try to amend the cloth.While I was hungry before, because of these developments, my appetite has disappeared, so when Jeff calls me to come down for dinner, I decline the offer and stay in my room instead.That night, I barely sleep, because my mind is heavy with thoughts. Reporting Claire to Jeff will be futile, since the chances are that he knows what she’s doing and is turning a blind eye to it.Besides, even though he's mad at her now, according to what I was told when I first started working in his company, Claire can do no wrong in his eyes.They’re both in on this together. Even if they aren’t, I’d rather fight my battles than be at Jeff's mercy.At six am the next morning, I wash my swollen face and force myself downstairs for breakfast. Since I didn't eat the previous night, I'm starving. Jeff is already seated when I get there, a







