“She had her own dreams—she wanted to write travel blogs that truly meant something to her. Later, she started a really successful blog of her own. Now she has a few million loyal followers. I’m so glad she made it.”
Shirley’s eyes shone with envy as she spoke.
Effie was stunned. How had she never heard any of this before?
Maybe it was because, in those years, Mitchell hadn’t wanted her to get too involved in the company’s decisions. He’d kept her so carefully sheltered, like a delicate flower in an ivory tower, that she’d convinced herself she was happy—lost in the illusion Mitchell had built around her.
No wonder she’d never realized there were these unwritten rules in the industry.
“Honestly, I know exactly where I stand with my work. I just wanted your opinion, that’s all. There’s no way you’d actually like my designs. But if, by some miracle, you really did, I’d be honored.”
Shirley didn’t have much confidence, but who else could she turn to if not Effie?
Effie smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll look it over carefully. You can count on me.”
Shirley’s gratitude was obvious. “Thank you, Effie.”
“No problem,” Effie replied.
True to her word, Effie finished her own work and then dove into reviewing Shirley’s designs.
When Shirley came back from Peter’s office, she looked dejected, her head hanging low. She noticed Effie was busy and hesitated to interrupt.
But Effie spotted her and immediately wheeled over Shirley’s chair. “Shirley, your designs are great. They’re already at a level where they could go into production.”
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