The Cute Pet

I looked at Harris with wide-open eyes. "Are you serious?" "Of course!" Harris nodded seriously. He looked around and then said in a low voice, "Mrs. Anderson is a hard nut as famous as Carroll's grandmother. Sorry for you." I collapsed on the sofa. I stared at the contract, lost in the thoughts.  I knew that Jessica was up to something bad, but her trick still shocked me. However, I didn't want to be a designer at all.  There wasn't a major of embroidery in Costsley University. Who would give up the college life for embroidery? I wouldn't, at least.  What a paranoid Jessica was! "There's something more!" Harris leaned over with a mysterious look on his face. "Mrs. Anderson was the champion in a national boxing match when she was young." "She is over six feet tall and very strong. I heard that all the designers, who had worked with her, would end up with wounds." After a shiver with fear, I huddled up in the corner of the sofa. In my imagination, I flew off the ground because of a punc