SERENA
Today was supposed to be a good day, but Havoc being a havoc himself chose to totally ruin it for me.
When I had brought back the jacket and vest to Chanel, she had thought that Havoc wasn't in his private hall. She was in her office.
"Ma'am, he said I should make new ones...that he hates these designs."
Chanel looked at me for a moment, like she was trying to understand what I had just said.
"The president said that?" She asked.
"Yes." I didn't want to add the part where he threatened to make me lose my by job if I come late by Friday. That might bring issues between him and Chanel...because of me and I didn't want that at all.
"Hmmm," she shook her head, removing her glasses. "That's strange...really strange. Havoc that doesn't care about how his outfits are designed start
