The Heiress They Never Saw Coming

The moment the meeting ended, I knew this thirty-million-dollar deal was in the bag.

I had just closed my laptop when my supervisor, Miranda Hayes, walked over with her arms crossed. She looked me up and down, her tone dripping with mockery.

"Nice choice of dress. But I think educated women like us shouldn't submit to beauty standards."

I froze for a moment, then explained, "We were hosting an important client. Dressing appropriately is basic respect, isn't it? Besides, the proposal itself is what really matters."