Chapter 6: Exposed and Erased

I didn’t answer Savannah. I handed her some jewelry information. “This is an introduction to diamonds auctioned by Whitmore & Co. over the years, with detailed style and concept notes. Reading it will help you understand our design style. I hope it’s useful.”

I stacked the folders neatly on her desk, hoping she’d take them seriously.

“Also,” I paused, trying to be friendly, “it’s a rule in the design department that every new member must submit a design draft on their first day, so the team can understand each other’s style and ability. Old designs are fine.”

I smiled, hoping to put her at ease. It was a tradition everyone respected, a way to break the ice.

Savannah took the information and carelessly tossed it on the desk, making me uneasy.

The gesture was so casual, almost dismissive. I felt my jaw clench, but I said nothing.

Every diamond on those pages is Whitmore & Co.’s pride. Even if it’s just paper, seeing it treated so lightly bothered me.

It felt like she was tossing aside not just files, but the heart of our company.

A chief designer shouldn’t treat jewelry design that way.

I wondered if she even understood what this job meant.