#Chapter 38
Warren
Inett, my assistant designer, explains the concept while using her hands—it's a habit of hers. I found it odd at the beginning, but I've gotten used to it now.
/"I suggest redirecting pipelines so they go from these bathrooms on the left and then out./" I align my gaze with hers as I correct her.
/"I'll change that. Is there anything else?/" Inett is a slim blond who was the only capable intern in her group. She did make clumsy mistakes at the start but managed to learn from them instead of giving up like the others. Over the years, her malleability to my cold instructions has landed her a good position in my company.
/"No./" I stand up to leave when she stops me.
/"Yes?/" I turn to her. Her cheeks are flushed.
/"Mr. Archer I was wondering...can I get a few days' leave?/"
My eyebrows dip in a frown. /"Who'll complete the blueprint?/" My voice cuts through the room with an edge as I remember the deadline.
