"Of course, I really need this job." Avery Jane let out a long sigh of relief in her heart. Although it's just a part of an advertisement, she finally has a job, right?
She was straightforward; few girls are this direct nowadays. At least they'd pretend a bit, go through the motions, but she answered very bluntly.
"Then let's hope we collaborate happily." Beckett Wright raised his glass, the liquid inside gleaming like a Ruby in the romantic light.
Rumors, much like bacteria, spread quickly and frighteningly.
The story of Avery Jane forcibly splitting off a share from an already decided contract was vividly depicted by everyone at M.C Headquarters.
Some were jealous, some envious, because if there really was a relationship, then Beckett, a young and promising designer, is far better than those older, unsightly bosses reeking of money who own companies.
