Steven's POVI fixed my gaze on the large screen with intense scrutiny, a wave of disappointment churning in my stomach like a twisted vine. I scoffed, unable to conceal my disdain."Is something wrong, Sir?" Mr. David, my fashion director and the presenter to the board, inquired, his voice trembling slightly under my intense stare."Actually, yes, something is wrong," I responded, causing the room to fall silent, all eyes now focused on me, their faces expressing a blend of curiosity and fear."Is this really the grand end-of-the-month plan you've been going on about?" I questioned, my tone laced with disbelief."Yes, Sir," he answered, his assurance clearly faltering."Well, it doesn't seem so impressive; your—""But, Sir..."I slammed my palm on the table, the noise reverberating through the room, and I noticed everyone flinch, their eyes wide with surprise."Don’t you dare cut me off when I’m speaking!" I yelled, my anger boiling over."I apologize, Sir," he mumbled, his voice sha
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