Zalia
“I can bring in the samples next week. I already have some pieces I
think will be great for the oncoming winter season.” I smiles at Seara Dylsn, one if my designers, she was my favourite, though all of them were quite talented.
I could see myself wearing a lot of her clothes, we had so much in common. We were going to be quick friends. She had studied in London, liked the same movies and music as me.
It was a few minutes after three, I was famished, I took a shirt break and ate a cupcake but it was hardly substantial. I went around making sure I put the lights and all electrical gadgets off. I heard the sound of the door opening.
“We’re closed, sorry, the interviews are over.” I called out, not wanting to have to talk to the person and waste time. “And here I was thinking I a
