CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The new project was coming handy, having everyone at their toes as it seemed to be a very important client. Claire was inside her Superior’s office, handing over the presentation materials.

"I included the previous designs, as Lydia suggested," she told him without any enthusiasm. Handling paperwork was a bummer for her.

"This is good, Levy," said Nathan—a slender man, tall with low-cut hair. He was smiling, impressed. "But I have some bad news for you." His face suddenly turned mirthless.

Claire frowned. "What news? Don't tell me you're not taking me with you."

He'd promised to let her participate this time. What a fool she was to believe him!

"That's exactly it," he replied. "Someone else is taking this project, so you won't need to assist me anymore. Sorry, Levy."

"No, you can't be serious, Nathan," Claire snorted. "I worked my ass off for this presentation, just so I can finally get out of this boring office and do something real. Why are you doing this to me?"

Nathan was sitting a