How Did You Know His Name?

Naomi's POV

I'm squeezing my head using both of my hands, the pencil nipped between my teeth and my eyes pierced at the blank paper in front of me.

This will be my fifth time creating new designs because all four got rejected by Ms. Hannah, telling me that it's too simple, common and old styles so I had to redo all of my work and I ended up staring at the blank paper.

She gave me a deadline before lunch, it's already 2 PM and yet I haven't done anything right.. for her, of course but my assistant praised the designs, or she's just being biassed because she's my assistant?

"I think you need coffee." Chantelle sprung up from her chair and strutted her way out of my office without waiting for me to respond.

I laid my head back to my chair and shut my eyes close, trying to figure out what kind of the design that witch would like. I dug deeper until the back of my head but still, but instead of an idea for the new designs, a realization hit me. I picked up all my drawings at the bin and