If Havoc ever apologized, the world might actually end...someone that is pride himself.
"I appreciate, ma'am for your concerns."
She nodded quietly, as she put on her glasses. "Alright, the men's cut designs. Can I have them?"
They were already in my hands, both the men and the women. "Ma'am, the first five are for the men and the rest are for the women. I worked during the weekend." I added this last sentence, even though it wasn't Chanel's business, so that she would think of me as a hardworking person.
"Hmm, quite impressive." She said, dipping her chin. "I really like your designs, Serena." Her eyes were on the sketch papers in her hands. "They are different. Oh..." A quiet gasp left her lips. She should have reached the women's designs, I suppose.
"Is there a problem, ma'am?" I
