THREAD OF FATE

Chapter 16

THREAD OF FATE

CHAPTER 16

Monday morning dawned bright and early at Williams Fashion Home, with the entire team buzzing with excitement. The upcoming fashion show was just around the corner, and everyone was working tirelessly to ensure its success.

Tylor, the director, walked into the sewing and styling department, surveying the room with a keen eye. The sound of humming machines and chatter filled the air, with everyone completely absorbed in their work. No one noticed Tylor's arrival, too caught up in their tasks.

Clearing his throat, Tylor made a gentle coughing sound, drawing everyone's attention to him. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to their director.

"Good morning, everyone," Tylor said, his voice warm and encouraging. "I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. As we all know, our special fashion show is just around the corner, and I want to emphasize how important it is that we all work together to make it a success."

Tylor's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on Liza and Sonia. "Ms. Liza Smith and Ms. Sonia Patel, I'm counting on you both to come up with something truly exceptional this time around. I want to see a sketch of your designs, and I'll be assigning three assistants to work with each of you on this project."

The room erupted into a chorus of "Yes, sir!" and "We won't disappoint you, sir!" but Sonia's expression told a different story. Her eyes narrowed, her lips compressing into a thin line as she seethed with resentment.

How dare Tylor put Liza on this project? Sonia thought to herself. This is a high-profile event, meant for elite designers, not some inexperienced newbie like Liza. What if she messes up?

Tylor's voice cut through Sonia's thoughts, his words reinforcing her anger. "I'm counting on you both, Ms. Sonia and Ms. Liza. Let's make this project one to remember."

As Tylor exited the room, Sonia followed him, her heels clicking on the floor. She pushed open the door to Tylor's office, her voice tight with controlled anger.

"Tylor, can I have a word with you?" Sonia asked, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

Tylor looked up from the papers on his desk, a hint of surprise on his face. "Of course, Sonia. What's it?"

Sonia's voice dripped with venom. "Why did you put Liza on this project, Tylor? She's not qualified, she didn't even graduate from a prestigious university. What if she fails?"

Tylor's expression turned calm, his voice soothing. "Sonia, Liza is a talented designer, and I've seen her work. She's more than capable of handling this project. And let's not forget, this is Williams Fashion Home, not some exclusive club. Liza was hired for her skills, just like you."

Sonia's face fell, her anger simmering just below the surface. She knew she couldn't show her true feelings, not without arousing Tylor's suspicion. So she pasted on a fake smile, her voice dripping with sweetness.

"I understand, Tylor."

But as soon as Sonia left Tylor's office, her mask slipped, revealing the seething anger beneath. She stalked back to her own office, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Liza.

Sonia's voice was laced with malice as she approached Liza. "You'd better not mess this up, Liza. If you're not capable of handling this project, it's better to withdraw now."

Liza looked up, surprise etched on her face. "I'm capable of doing my job, Miss Sonia. You don't have to worry."

Sonia's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her tone even. "Good. I'm counting on you."

With that, Sonia turned on her heel, leaving Liza to wonder what had just happened. Why was Sonia being so hostile? Liza shrugged, pushing the thought aside. She had a job to do, and she was determined to do it to the best of her ability.