"How thoughtful, Miss Thorne!"
"..." Georgia Thorne forced a smile.
'Rich men are all the same. They clearly have fiancées, but they still have their eyes on other women.'
Georgia Thorne returned to the office, and Seth Shields called her into his.
"Georgia Thorne, is your current design project on a tight schedule? I'd like to recommend you for a competition. We should take advantage of your current buzz in the industry to boost your profile even further."
The deadline Shirley Summers had given her was more than enough, so Georgia Thorne nodded. "I can do it!"
"Great. Take this application form. Fill it out and give it to me by the end of the day."
"Okay."
Vivian Sawyer was slumped over her desk. When she saw Georgia Thorne come out, she immediately zipped over to her side. "Miss Thorne, what did the team leader want?"
"It's for a competition." Georgia Thorne placed the application on her desk, feeling utterly exhausted.
