Unable to glean any useful information from Maxim Sinclair, Summer Lowell went to the break room with a heavy heart to pour herself a coffee.
Just as she reached the doorway, she heard the people inside talking about her.
"It's a shame President Norris has always supported her, who would have thought that his good intentions would raise such an ingrate."
"From the very first day she came to Stellarion, I knew she was no good."
The speaker was another designer who was close to Bright Moon: "She's younger than all of us, her degree isn't from any top school, her work experience might be decent with a few impressive awards, but how can she just parachute in and become director, making us veteran designers seem so useless."
After speaking, the break room was filled with disgruntled voices.
These were complaints Summer had heard countless times, and she had long grown numb to them.
