CHAPTER 3 You would think that after years of working late hours without overtime, creating innovative ideas for the brand and cleaning up all the dirt of the business, you could keep your job despite interpersonal relationship issues. But no, I’m storming into Madame Christine’s office with the last shred of dignity I have, to demand an explanation. I take a deep breath. As the elevator ascended to the top floor, the memories of when I first started this job began seeping in. I was a nerve wreck. 19-year-old me was balancing the folders of sketches, mood boards and portfolios right in front of her. My outfit was barely impressive, definitely not “couture”. However, Madame Christine peered into my cut-out pages, looked at me with stern eyes and muttered “potential” We never had the fondest of relationships. Very firm responses and reviews, a slight chuckle here and there. My relationship with Jace wasn’t a topic of conversation. So why would she dro
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