“Don’t you worry,” Carmen continued, “I’m going to put in a good word for you with Mr. Bragg and recommend you for a new position.”
Niamh just smiled faintly.
“Mark my words, Niamh. With your talent, you’re going to achieve all your dreams one day,” Carmen added. She genuinely liked the girl and had a feeling that Niamh was destined for things far greater than anyone in this office could imagine.
“Thank you, Carmen,” Niamh said, truly grateful. “I’ll keep working hard.”
By the time she finished cleaning the executive offices, it was exactly noon.
After a quick lunch in the cafeteria, Niamh planned to take a short nap. She had been up until one in the morning finishing a design sketch and had woken up at five-thirty to make breakfast for the children. She was exhausted. Even ten minutes of sleep would make a difference.
She had just laid a piece of cardboard on the floor of a storage closet when Rhoslyn stormed in. Without a word, Rhoslyn snatched the small blanket from her hands.
“This is the blanket I brought for Cormac. What makes you think you can use it?” she snarled.
Niamh didn’t want a confrontation and simply shook her head in weary resignation.
But Rhoslyn wasn’t finished. “Don’t think you’re so special just because you played interpreter for a day. I’m telling you, as long as I’m in this company, you will never get ahead!”


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