Fiona’s POV
A few days pass and we all settle into a sort of routine. A routine that mostly comprises of me trying to get Patricia’s nod of approval and her casually dismissing me any chance she gets.
I am almost reaching the height of frustration, when, one day Patricia calls for an urgent meeting and demands that everyone be present. There is an undercurrent of tension that I can feel as I enter the conference room for the team meeting.
Patricia stands at the head of the table, her expression stern and irritated. The rest of the team files in, each of us taking our seats and exchanging wary glances.
"There has been a problem, everyone," Patricia gets straight to the point, her voice cutting through the silence.
"It’s about the recent batch of perfume we've been working on. I've re
