You designed a couple of buildings that were not structurally sound and now it's coming back to haunt you. One is crumbling, the other collapsed, killing a dozen people. Uh-oh. Whatever happened to the guy who did Pisa?
You were hired by a middling architectural firm and make a decent living, but it's a small firm that has not yet made a name for itself. You sleep, perchance to dream.
You work at a nice-sized firm—the company is gaining momentum and your work receives some recognition and praise. A few awards. A few honors. Reasonable pier respect and not the kind that holds up the wharf you just designed.
You are an architectural superstar—you've designed major buildings in major cities and you're a household name. Beyonce and Jay Z ask you to design their dream home.