The sound of knocking interrupted my thoughts.
"Sorry for the late delivery. Please sign for it."
A courier delivered samples of the new packaging for Charm.
Charm had been on the market for a month, leading to skyrocketing sales. The staff in the factory had been working overtime. Henry had requested a packaging change.
He required the packaging to be more exquisite and fashionable.
At that time, I didn't think there was anything wrong with his proposal.
It wasn't until I saw the words on the new packaging that I realized how foolish and naive I had been.
The designer of the old packaging for Charm was Monica Keith.
The name of the designer of the new packaging read, [Alana Diaz and Monica Keith.]
I went from being the sole designer to being an assistant.
Alana came from abroad only half a month ago. But she stole my man from me. Now she wanted to ruin my career.
Alana was my nominal elder sister.
We had no blood relationship.
When I was in primary school, my father became unemployed.
Soon, he caught my mother and Mr. Diaz in bed.
Although Mr. Diaz was widowed, he constantly had love affairs. He even bought condoms on public accounts.
My father couldn't bear the humiliation. He divorced my mother. I chose to live with my father.
In my view, my mother might be resourceful.
She stood out and became Mr. Diaz's second wife.
In junior high school, my father unexpectedly passed away. I had to go to the Diaz family's house and live there as a dependent.
In the Diaz family's house, I deeply realized the truth, that stepfathers and stepmothers were alike in a way.
My mother had a theatrical personality.
She knew that marrying Mr. Diaz was a social climb. To express her gratitude, she not only turned a blind eye to Mr. Diaz's extramarital affairs but also seized every opportunity to show her love for the daughter of Mr. Diaz's ex-wife, Alana.
She cared for Alana meticulously and showed concern for her in every possible way.
When Alana had gastroenteritis, my mother had an urge to taste Alana's feces herself to determine whether she was not digesting properly or if she had eaten something cold.
She kept flattering Alana.
Moreover, my mother needed someone to pose a stark contrast against Alana.
And that was where I came in!