My parents gave me a tour of the entire company, from the executives' offices to the manufacturing plant, and finally, they took me to the workshop of the great designer Patrick Moreau, the place where he creates the most successful high fashion collections.
"Mr. Patrick, I see that you did not attend this morning's meeting. I would like to introduce you to the new vice president of Doinel." My father said to the man who was working on some new designs, with his back turned towards us.
Upon hearing my father's voice, he got up to his full six-feet inch height, and turned towards us with a frown on his face. His ocean-blue eyes locked on me and the corners of his lips curved slightly into a smile that I found somewhat arrogant. He didn't seem as old as I had imagined. I think he would be
