Lucettia’s Point of View:
“Reina…” I called on my secretary. “I don’t have any schedules at this hour, right?” I asked her to confirm. She looked at her wristwatch. It’s one o’clock in the afternoon.
Reina smiled and nodded. “Yes, Miss Lucettia. Your next appointment will be at two-thirty. After that, you have three more clients, all with different demands on the clothes they want you to create.”
I let out a loud sigh. I still have headaches from the previous clients I met with this morning. And now, there’s still three of them this afternoon. Why does it feel like it’s harder to deal with them in person? The more I accept appointments, the more they demand. And sometimes, we even get to the point where we don’t understand each other, so I always have to ask them to meet halfway.
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