Patience worked for Hedare Beauty, one of the biggest beauty product companies in the United States.

She hurried into the office building. There were large photos everywhere of Laurel Hedare, the beautiful blonde wife of the head of the company, George Hedare.

Patience crashed into someone. 'Sorry!' she said. Then she crashed into someone else.

'Oh no,' she thought. 'Things are not going well today.'

George Hedare was a very important man. He had built Hedare Beauty from a very small company into a huge world corporation. He was having a meeting with the other directors of the company.

On a screen behind him were two large photos of the same woman. In one photo, the woman looked ugly and old. In the other photo, she looked very beautiful and twenty years younger.

George Hedare pointed at the photos.

'Women want to look beautiful,' he said. 'They want to look younger. That's good news for us because they will pay us lots of money for our beauty products!'

He laughed. Everyone in the room laughed with him... except his wife.

'In one week,' he continued, 'we will give them a new product: Beau-line. It's the most exciting beauty product since soap. It doesn't just hide the lines on a woman's face - it really makes her skin young again!'

Everyone clapped.

'And we're going to have a new face for our new product, aren't we, Laurel?' Hedare looked at his wife.

Laurel stood up. 'Yes,' she said. 'My husband... and I... have decided that after fifteen years it's time for a new face for Hedare. A younger face.'

She sat down. The photo on the screen changed to a beautiful young woman with long, dark hair, dark skin and beautiful eyes.

'This is Drina!' said Hedare. 'The future of Hedare Beauty.'

Patience stood in front of Hedare's door with her designs.

'I'm so nervous,' she said to her friend, Sally. 'These are my first really important adverts and I want everything to be perfect.'

'Don't be nervous,' said Sally. 'You're such a good artist and your designs are wonderful. Good luck.'

'I'm going to need it,' thought Patience as she walked into Hedare's office.

Hedare was sitting at his desk. Laurel was standing by the window.

'Hi, Mr Hedare,' said Patience as she put her designs on his desk.

'Sit down,' said Hedare.

Patience sat down. Hedare looked quickly at her work.

'I don't like these designs at all,' he said. 'I told you clearly what I wanted. Why haven't you done them that way? Look at this red, for example. It's completely wrong. I wanted something darker.'