Chapter – 138
“Jillian….” The assistant’s intern dragged her swelled legs across the stage, walking like Jillian’s wagging tail all day. Her bangs fell on her face drenched in her sparkling sweat, evidence of her tireless labor, her hands feel numb under the weight of papers, chairs, dresses, drinks, and whatnot.
The first rule for any employee in her fashion house is always to be ready for a glam shot. A full face of never-smudge makeup, plaited skirt, and vested tops. They had to be on heels all day. They will tolerate nothing less. Beauty sells, not the hard work behind the scenes.
“Jillian, your speech is ready…” the poor blond uttered, gasping for more air in that enclosed space filled with chairs and chairs all over, with a table in the middle.
“It’s ready?” Jillian turned on her
