**Victoria's Point Of View**
Sitting in my office, I stared at another email from my new client. Hmm, last minute changes aren't all that strange but he's being completely stupid at this point. The delivery of the ad is supposed to be tomorrow. This isn't just last minute, it's downright impossible.
I'm going to kill him. Thankfully, he paid for the first half. If he doesn't take back this nonsense then he can take the rest of his money and get lost for all I care.
I typed out a response the best way I could. Without being unprofessional and calling him a douchebag with no common sense or functioning brain cell.
A soft knock to my door halts me, I picked up my cup of tea and waited for the person to announce themselves.
“Miss Sinclair.” Eleanor. I almost forgot this b***h works fo
