ALEXANDER.
The days at Doinel, under the command of the wretched Paul, became my worst torture, not only because I had to endure the notable absence of my fairy, but also because there wasn't a day that the wretched man didn't look for the slightest detail in each of the Lancaster Collection garments to make me change the designs that Jimena had been working on tirelessly day and night.
I defended my staff, reminding Paul of one of the many clauses in the contract, where the fashion house Doinel granted creative freedom to the designers, but he hid behind the fact that the final word belonged to the general director of Doinel and that the collaborators had to modify the designs if he deemed them unsuitable for the collection.
There was no doubt that he had no idea where he stood, and al
