Sixty eight

EVE'S POV

Over the weekend, i spent most of my time working on the final draft for the Wheatstone's Project design. After my draft had been re-adopted, I had needed to prepare a more detailed plan that was to be used for the project.

I had barely rested at all over the weekend as I pushed myself to make it perfect. I didn't believe Cindy’s taunts that I was talentless and didn't belong to a company like the Edwards Group, but I still wasn't taking any chances.

I was determined to give nothing but the best, until I was satisfied that it was the best plan I could come up with.

By the time Monday came along, there were dark circles under my eyes, and anyone who took a look at me could tell I hadn't rested at all.

When I got to work, I headed to the design director's office and submitted the final draft. She was to review it, submit it to the Wheatstone's Company, and then await their final approval. And If all went as planned, we would get an answer from the client within the day.

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