* English reading practice *

His scowl only deepened, settling

in like a bear for the winter. I could feel the sweat starting to form on my face, the hot rush of blood pounding in my ears.

I wasn’t a better designer than this guy. I wasn’t smarter or more experienced.

The look on his face alone was enough to dispel me of any notion that he’d “be cool” with the fact that I was his manager. The message was as clear as if it had been written in giant black Sharpie: You have no idea what you’re doing.

At that moment, I felt he was absolutely right.