29. I missed him

Five weeks passed…

The second I stepped through Geo Lee’s office doors with the Chinese food I’d picked up for lunch, he was talking to me, as though whatever he had to say just couldn’t wait. “Dalia, I don’t normally do this, but I think you’re ridiculously talented. And this talent doesn’t deserve to be stifled. It needs to breath.”

I walked over to the small eating table in his office and set the food bags down, wondering where his ramblings would lead to today. He was my boss and I love him and all that, but sometimes he just yapped way too much. Though, I was introduced to one of his close friends last week, and he told me Geo Lee was only this talkative with people he’s comfortable with…so I guess I should be grateful for that?

"There's this fashion bidding on Monday. It's an annual thing, where talented but nameless designers, like yourself, gets the chance to model their pieces on the runway. There’ll be a host of eminent buyers—I'm not sure what enterprises just yet—who will