CHAPTER 6

The next few weeks passed in a whirlwind of meetings and brainstorming sessions. Ethan and I interacted daily, and each encounter left me exhilarated yet anxious, with the knowledge of my secret lingering just beneath the surface.

One afternoon, as we reviewed design concepts in his office, I felt the tension building.

“Rachel, these sketches are... disappointing,” Ethan said, barely masking his disdain as he tossed one aside. “You can do better than this.”

I blinked, taken aback. “Disappointing? I thought we agreed on a bold approach. These designs are fresh and innovative.”

“Fresh? They’re just a rehash of trends. You’re playing it safe,” he snapped, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. “If you want to compete at this level, you need to push boundaries, not reinforce them.”

I clenched my jaw, feeling anger flare. “Excuse me? I put a lot of work into these designs. Just because they don’t fit your narrow vision doesn’t make them rubbish.”

“Don’t take it personally,” he shot back, his tone cold. “This isn’t about your feelings; it’s about results. If you want this partnership to work, you need to step up. I’m not interested in mediocrity.”

“Mediocrity? You think tearing down my work is going to motivate me?” I countered, my voice rising. “Maybe I should be the one questioning your taste if this is your standard.”

“Then do it,” he replied, unfazed. “But if you’re going to take criticism, you need to toughen up. This is business, not a design class. I need a partner who can deliver—”

“I can deliver,” I interrupted, my frustration boiling over. “But I refuse to be belittled. You may be the big shot here, but that doesn’t give you the right to dismiss my vision.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “And yet here we are. You’re not in a position to be defiant. If you want to make this work, you need to adapt. That’s how you survive in this industry.”

“Is that a challenge?” I shot back, fire igniting in my chest. “Because if it is, I’m all in. I won’t back down just because you want to play the tough guy. I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.”

“Good. I like a fight,” he said, a hint of a smirk creeping onto his lips. “But be warned: I don’t go easy on anyone.”

“Neither do I,” I retorted, my determination solid. “You might think you’re the best in the business, but I’m not here to play nice. I’m here to prove you wrong.”

Ethan regarded me with a mix of surprise and admiration. “That’s the spirit I want to see. But don’t expect any sympathy when you come up short.”

“Trust me, I don’t need sympathy,” I replied, my voice steady. “I just need a chance to show you that I’m more than capable of rising to your challenges.”

With that, I turned on my heel, leaving the room with my heart racing. I wasn’t backing down. I would prove Ethan wrong—no matter how harshly he criticized me.

Once I was back in my office, I slammed the door behind me, letting out a frustrated breath. The nerve of Ethan! I couldn’t believe he thought he could tear me down like that. As I paced my office, adrenaline surged through me, igniting a fierce determination.

“Okay, Rachel,” I muttered to myself, looking at the sketches scattered across my desk. “Time to show him what you’re made of.”

I grabbed a fresh sketchpad, my mind racing with ideas. I began doodling, letting the anger fuel my creativity. The designs flowed from my pencil, each one bolder and more innovative than the last. I was channeling the spirit of the fierce independent woman I had fought to become over the years.

Just then, Donna knocked and poked her head in. “Hey, Rachel, everything okay? You stormed out of that meeting like a tornado.”

I waved her in, grateful for the distraction. “Ethan was infuriating. He thinks my designs are rubbish.”

“Ugh, classic Ethan,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But you’re not going to let him get to you, are you?”

“Not a chance. I’m going to prove him wrong,” I said, my voice steely. “I have some new concepts I’m working on.”

“Let me see!” she urged, stepping closer. I flipped through the sketches, my excitement building. “Wow, Rachel, these are amazing! You’re really pushing the envelope here.”

“I have to,” I replied, feeling a surge of confidence. “If I want to stand up to him, I can’t play it safe. These designs need to scream innovation.”

“Exactly! You’ve got this,” Donna encouraged. “But are you sure you want to go head-to-head with him? He’s ruthless.”

“Trust me, I can handle him,” I said, determination flaring. “I just need to keep my focus. I won’t let his arrogance shake my confidence.

I finally wrapped things up. My mind, however, was already racing toward home. I needed to see my children and let their joy wash away the remnants of the day’s tension.

As I stepped into my apartment, the familiar chaos greeted me.

“Mommy!” Dante shouted, his wild curls bouncing as he raced over, followed closely by Damian, who was trying to catch a toy car rolling across the floor.

“Hey, my little tornadoes!” I laughed, scooping up Dante and ruffling Damian’s hair. “What mischief have you two been up to today?”

“Nothing!” they both chimed, exchanging guilty glances.

“Uh-huh,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “That sounds like trouble.”

Daniella peeked out from behind the couch, her big brown eyes wide with innocence. “We were making a fort!” she declared, her voice sweet as sugar.

“A fort, huh? Can I see it?” I asked, following them as they led me to the living room.

They had indeed created a makeshift fort using blankets and pillows, a true masterpiece of chaos. “This is impressive!” I said, pretending to be awestruck. “But I think you might need to clean up a little.”

“Or we could have a snack party in here!” Dante suggested, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Snack party!” Damian echoed, bouncing on his toes.

“Alright, snack party it is!” I said, chuckling at their enthusiasm. As I rummaged through the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. Their laughter filled the air, chasing away the remnants of the day’s frustrations.

Just then, I heard Mia’s voice in the background as she entered, bringing with her a tray of fresh cookies. “Did someone say snack party? I’m in!”

As the kids devoured the cookies, I glanced at Mia and leaned in closer. “You won’t believe how infuriating Ethan was today.”

“Oh, please, tell me more!” she said, feigning shock as she poured herself a glass of milk. “Was he being his usual arrogant self?”

“More like on a whole new level of annoying. He thinks he can just tear my work apart and that I’ll crumble,” I said, my voice low to keep the kids engaged in their fort.

“Typical,” Donna said, rolling her eyes. “He really needs to learn that you don’t mess with Rachel Thompson.”

“Exactly! But you know what? I’m going to show him what I’m made of,” I said, feeling my determination return. “I refuse to let him think he can undermine my talent.”

“Absolutely! You’ll knock his socks off. And maybe while you’re at it, you can remind him that he’s not the only one with fire,” Mia added, smirking.

“Right? The nerve of him!” I said, stifling a laugh as Daniella tried to fit a cookie bigger than her hand into her mouth. “But honestly, it’s not just his attitude. It’s how he thinks he can play with people’s emotions. Like, does he even realize how frustrating he is?”

“Probably not,” Donna replied, shaking her head. “But that’s what makes this whole partnership thing so interesting, right?”

“Interesting is one way to put it,” I said, a smile creeping onto my face as I watched my kids giggling in their fort. “I just need to stay focused and show him what real design is.”

“Exactly! And after today, he won’t know what hit him,” Mia said, raising her glass in a mock toast. “To Rachel, the unstoppable force!”

“To Rachel!” the kids echoed, raising their toy swords as if they were part of the celebration.

With laughter and warmth surrounding us, I felt more prepared than ever to face whatever Ethan threw my way. I wouldn’t back down, not now, not ever.