ELISE
“What do you mean the venue I chose was double booked? It was exclusively reserved, you told me that,” I said, my phone pressed to my ear, my left hand on my waist.
Eight f*****g days and there have been disasters upon disasters. First, it was my supplier canceling, then it was models refusing to collaborate with the Harlow firm for design testing, and promotion, and then the venue I booked for display. A perfect spot to make the world and reporters capture my design has been double booked. At this point, it didn't feel like an ordinary business collapse anymore.
“Calm down Elise, it's just a venue, we can always get another one, okay?” Mr Harlow’s calm voice came from the other end. I exhaled and sat back on my rocking chair.
I was in the office he had specifically given to m
