Emily walked out of the conference room, heading straight for the elevator. Ken hurried after her, grabbing her arm. "Miranda, where are you going?"
"Back to my office. I can't handle this project."
Ken looked worried. "But you can't be so direct with the boss like that. He's been through hell these past three years after his wife passed. Adding a few extra large suites won’t hurt, right? It could fulfill a wish for him."
Emily suddenly felt a deep sense of weariness.
"Ken, Vincent is the boss. Whatever he decides, it's up to him. If he wants more large apartments, he can add them. I’ve done everything a designer should. The rest is not my responsibility."
Ken scratched his chin, watching her closely. "Miranda, you're acting off today. You're usually so calm and polite, but today you're on edge, like you’ve got a short fuse."
Emily replied flatly, "Women have those days every month. I’m just not feeling great."