ASHLEY
"What?" I snap, lunging to my feet. My eyes sizzle with anger. "What do you mean you're hiring a manager to oversee MY company? You can't do that!"
"I can, Ashley, and I will." Father replies bluntly as his eyes dart around my work space. I hadn't expected him to show up suddenly in the middle of the day or to come to such a rash decision just when I am starting to see glimpses of a clothing line I might be inspired to create. My sketchpad has gone through a couple of torn pages before I finally drew something akin to a vision of the new line.