Secret Love

Chapter One

L'Eclat du Soleil, the fashion brand I work for, it's one of the major companies in the country. We're actually headquartered in France, running multiple brands to accommodate various targets.

It's been two years since I joined the company of my dreams. I always worked hard with my senior co-workers (no matter how hard it was sometimes) everyday as a secretary to the president.

I just arrived to the award ceremony for the country's most prestigious design award to be held today, to be honest I was always the type of person that loved clothes and dressing up... So all these fancy parties and award evenings really do add up to me. An amazing world of splendor spread right before my eyes as I walked in the main hall where the party was held.

As I let out a sigh, I hear someone called out to me. "Is everything okay? You look so disoriented... Are you tired?" Smiling before me was an elderly gentleman, the president of L'Eclat du Soleil (the man I was working for as secretary). *I guess all the glitter is getting to me* I think to myself, leaving him without an answer for a while. *He was kind enough to bring me all the way here...and the crowd gets me sick?* "I'm so sorry for making you worry, sir" I say. "Oh, I don't mind." He says in a calming tone. "Maybe I wore you out by taking you around to too many places..." He says as he stops for a second, "...since you're leaving me soon." He finishes. Yeah, I am leaving him soon. My one-year stint as secretary is over, I'm about to start on a new job as a personal assistant to a broad member.

"I've always wanted to come to parties like this." I state to try and change the subject. "Thank you for bringing me here today, sir." "Well, this is the industry after all." He says, smiling and looking around the fancy venue.

At the front of the the venue hung a drop curtain with the words "Fashion Designer Award" on it. The "Fashion Designer Award" is a prestigious award and a gateway to the world. Most North American designers who won the award are now working globally, it's an award given to the most stylish designer by various fashion magazines and the media.
"It's really great that a L'Eclat du Soleil designer could win this award." Says the president, sounding quite proud. "Yes, he worked so hard for this" he says. The president looks so happy, with the winner being from our company... all eyes would be on L'Eclat du Soleil. "I knew Mr Anderson would win the award some day. He's really got talent." He says and smiles proudly.

"Did you know who he was before he won the award?" The president asks me. "Well, of course. There's no one at L'Eclat du Soleil who wouldn't know about Christian Anderson." I reply. Actually, I've only seen him once from a distance at the company, but his designs are amazing. This'll be my first time seeing him up close... I wonder what he's like? Really cool.., I bet. As I stand here, lost in thought, I felt the president smiling at me. "Why are you smiling like that, sir?" I ask, confused. "Just thinking how interesting fate can be." He replies. "Huh? What do you mea...?" Just when I was about to ask what the president meant, the venue started buzzing.

Author's note;
The "president" isn't her "playboy boss"
Just saying incase someone gets the wrong idea.
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