After my lunch with David and Douglas Day, and my constant digging for answers from the man, David called me into his office to have a little discussion with me.
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David walked to his side of the desk and stood there with his hands gripping onto the edge of the wood, “What the hell was that?” He demanded.
“I’m only trying to get to know you, David,” I tried to sound timid and innocent, keeping my shoulders up and my arms close to me like a child who just got in trouble for something.
“Oh, quit the act, Emma!”
I let my shoulders drop and I stood up straight, “Okay, fine, just tell me why you continue to lie to me about who you are? I’m just trying to find out the truth!”
He threw his hands out to either side, “How have I been lying to you?”
I started counting on my fingers dramatically for him, “First off, you told everyone downstairs that Amy was y
The day after I met Kay, I was in the elevator ready to go to work when it stopped at another floor to pick up someone else on its way down, the doors opened and my eyes met with Emma’s. She has dressed for her interview that her roommate mentioned to me, and she was obviously contemplating whether to get into the elevator with me or not.The elevator doors began to close and I stepped up to stop them, motioning with my hand for Emma to join me. She was acting like she had glue on her feet and was unable to move, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she finally willed her feet to move and got on the elevator.Her perfume wafted as she walked past me, and it was like I was finally getting my dose of a drug that I had gone too long without. The silence, though, was awkward with the lack of music, and Emma was feeling it too, she almost looked like she was beginning to sweat.I knew I needed to talk to her, and I wasn’t sure when my next opportunity w
I got back inside and to the elevator as quickly as possible, pressing the ‘doors close’ button over and over again, frantically, just in case Matthew followed me, my heart was already beating erratically, I could hear my pulse in my ears. Once at my apartment, I went directly to Kay’s room and opened the door without knocking, she was a mess on her bed, tangled in the sheets and duvet with one bare leg hanging out, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. I opened the curtains to wake her up and she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head with a displeased moan. “Claudette Reed? Really, Kay?” “It was the first name that came to me,” she grumbled and rubbed her eyes, raising herself on her forearm, she used her hand to brush her hair away from her face and then asked when she saw me, “Did you actually do it?” Kay had told me yesterday to fake going to an interview to purposefully run into Matthew, I told her she was ridiculous, but a part of me w
I didn’t find anything on this Claudette Reed person when I looked her up on my laptop, I began to wonder if she was another upcoming designer, or maybe a friend of hers? I even looked internationally, but found no results for Claudette Reed, she was a mystery to me.Yesterday, I sent the intern to give Emma her dress as it had been completed days prior. The gown had been hanging up in my penthouse for me to admire as I thought of ways to get it to her. As much as I wanted to give it to her myself and see the look on her face, I decided not to overwhelm her and let the intern handle it, but I gave him specific instructions.The dress was a masterpiece in my eyes, and should anything happen to it in his hands, he would pay the price for it. My instructions went something along the lines of “deliver it by hand, or else.”I packaged it myself, folding it carefully to reduce any risk of creases in the fabric, even though half of the fabric used was
The day of the fundraiser came and I was staring at the dress as it was hung up for me to admire ever since I opened the package from Matthew. I still couldn’t believe that I was his muse, that the entire time I was “modeling” for him, it was actually a fitting for me.I still had to question why, though. If this dress is what he was sketching the first day that I was there and working for him, I wondered what I did that made him come up with the design, or maybe he already had the design and just needed someone to tailor it to and I was simply fresh meat?I sighed and slumped my shoulders, I really hope I’m wrong about the whole fresh meat thing.“Hey,” I heard Kay’s concerned voice come from my doorway and looked over at her, “You look sad, stop it.”I chuckled at her, “Are you ready for tonight?”“Are you kidding me?” She came and sat down next to me on my bed an
I rolled out of bed the morning of the fundraiser with a lot on my mind. Memories of Nicole swirling my mind, memories of Emma, fantasies of Emma, but the fantasies would have to wait, I have a fundraiser tonight to prepare for. In the office, I got a call from Isabella. *Ring Ring Ring* “Hello?” “Matthew it looks so amazing here I am so excited I can’t believe we put this together so fast everything is so beautiful I can’t wait for you to see it you’re going to be so proud!” She didn’t take a single breath as she spoke because she was going too fast. I chuckled at her, “Iz, breathe, okay? I’ll be there soon, I’m just finishing up some stuff in the office and then I’ll stop by to help out.” “You know, you really don’t need to. I mean we have tons of people here setting up everything, even I’m a little bit bored, honestly, I’m just thrilled to see it all come together,” I could tell she was smiling as she spoke, “So, you should take you
Kay was helping me zip up the dress as I looked at myself in the mirror, almost not recognizing myself.My hair had been braided and twirled up into a low bun with two loose, curled strands of hair to drape on either side of my face, my lips were left alone and only a gloss was put on, Isabella had done my eye shadow for me in shimmery gold and topped with cat-eye eyeliner.My eyebrows were filled in gently, and I told Isabella to skip any blush because I was sure I would turn bright red whenever I saw Matthew or anyone from the office for that matter.Kay had put a cherry red lipstick on that brought out more of the red in her hair and kept the natural curls she had, she went with a simple eyeliner and mascara look, wanting to focus mainly on her lips. The green dress hugged her perfectly, she was definitely red carpet ready.There was a knock at the door as Kay and I were admiring ourselves in the mirror, Kay went to open it.“The car is re
It was as if she had walked straight out of my dream - her hair, the dress, her little clutch, the way the wind picked up the loose strands of hair, her eyes looked like pools of honey as the camera flashed, even her skin was shimmering like a dream. A part of me was nervous that the second she touched me she would turn into dust like in my dream, and that I would wake up alone in my bed again, but she didn’t, and her palm felt warm and real as she placed it on my arm. I knew she was beautiful, but I should have known that she had modeled in her teens, she surprised me by knowing exactly how to pose in the dress. I figured either she’s practiced in her mirror or she has more experience in the industry than she originally let on. I couldn’t stop my smile, I was smiling like a fool and I didn’t even care, I couldn’t be happier at this moment – she’s here, she’s beautiful, she’s smiling at me and we are talking like nothing ever happened. Maybe things could work
Kay and I were walking around the venue before it became too crowded and were admiring the models when Isabella showed up and joined us with a smile. She exhaled as she stood next to Kay and said, “Well, that was interesting.” “Why does David keep getting invited if he’s obviously not wanted here?” “Oh, Matthew wants him here,” she chuckled, “no, it’s only me who despises the man, other than that, it’s just a regular manly rivalry between them,” she used a hand motion to dismiss it and took another sip of her martini. “Sure, but you’re his best friend, don’t you think he would make an exception for you? I mean he’s only one person.” “He’s valuable to the fashion community, people follow him. If David comes, more people show up, it’s just business,” she shrugged and looked away and towards the stage. Kay looked at me and we both frowned, feeling slightly sorry for her. “Are you okay?” Kay asked her. Isabella smiled, “Of course, I’ll be