#Chapter 77: Back Road Home

Audrey I blinked, taken aback by Mr. Black’s question. “I... I’m not sure I understand,” I stammered, leaning forward in my chair to peer at my open portfolio. “My portfolio showcases my best work, but I also have other accomplishments. I’ve won several design competitions, including the Brooks Designs fashion show and the Grayspring uniform design contest, and that was just this semester. Last year, I also interned with—” Mr. Black waved his hand dismissively, cutting me off mid-sentence. “That’s not what I meant, Miss Thatcher. Your portfolio is... adequate, I suppose. But it’s hardly impressive by industry standards. And let’s be honest, you’re a human. Working with you might not look good for my company.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The way he said ‘human’ made it sound like a dirty word. “I don’t understand…” He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam that made my skin crawl. “Perhaps you should do some ‘research’ on how human