Shirley thought for a moment and said, “If it were me, I think I’d be okay with it. Just because someone else is better doesn’t mean you can’t work hard yourself. You can push yourself to catch up, to become strong too.”
Effie gave a soft laugh. “If everyone had your attitude, we wouldn’t have so much office drama.”
Effie sifted through Shirley’s portfolio, picking out eight pieces. “You gave me twelve designs this time, but I think four still need work—they could be perfect with a bit more polish. I’ll take these eight to Irving for now.”
Shirley’s eyes widened. “Wow, eight? That’s already way more than I expected. I thought maybe one would make the cut.”
Effie smiled, shaking her head. “Why are you always selling yourself short?”
Effie left to find Irving Butler. As soon as she was gone, Peter sidled over, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You can’t really be naive enough to think Effie’s going to help you, can you?”
Shirley shot him an annoyed look. “And what, you think you will?”
Peter gave a smug little smirk. “Of course. I’ve been at this company forever, and Irving and I go way back. If you hand those designs over to me instead, I promise you’ll make a lot more money.”
Shirley parted her lips, about to reply, but Peter cut her off before she could say a word.
“No need to rush your answer,” he said, holding up a hand. “Let’s wait and see what Effie says when she comes out, okay?”
Shirley shook her head. “Don’t bother. Effie’s the only one I trust.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he muttered through clenched teeth, “Utterly foolish. Just don’t come crying to me later.”
Just then, Effie came back out, clearly upset.
“Effie?” Shirley ventured carefully.
Peter, ever the opportunist, flashed Shirley a smug grin. “See? I told you she wouldn’t pull it off. Maybe now you’ll believe me.”
Effie shook her head. “No, it’s not fine. These are your designs. Your name should be on them.”
Shirley looked at her gratefully. “Really—it’s okay. You’ve done everything you could. I don’t want to make trouble for you over something like this.”
Effie’s tone was firm. “This isn’t nothing, Shirley.”
While the two women talked quietly, Peter was called into Irving Butler’s office.
“You wanted to see me, Irving?”
Irving looked up from his desk. “You know, that Shirley is really something. She’s still new, but her designs are already impressive.”
Peter’s expression didn’t flicker—he looked like he’d seen it coming all along.
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