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📍Eden Enclave Enterpise
June 4,
8:43 am

📍Eden Enclave EnterpiseJune 4,8:43 am

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Entering my office a permanent smile rest on my face as I walk towards my desk

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Entering my office a permanent smile rest on my face as I walk towards my desk. It's everyday when I enter this building I feel brand new and accomplished.

I really did it.

I sit in my seat ready to start working when my phone rings. Looking at the caller ID I raise a brow when I see who's calling.

Dem people remember I?

"Hello?" I answer curiously as to why I would be called by her.

"Ole Jezebel if a neva did fi you mi son woulda still alive, mi wah dem-" I hang the phone up and rest it down on my desk before opening the laptop and powering it on to check my emails. Get somebody else to deal with that.

There's a message from a local supplier confirming the delivery of a new fabric collection, a couple of inquiries about custom orders, and a notification about an upcoming fashion event.

I make a mental note to respond to the event invitation later.

Next, I open my planner to review the day's schedule. I have a meeting with a potential client at 10 a.m., a fitting appointment at 1 p.m., and a design consultation at 3 p.m.

It's going to be a busy day, but I thrive on the activity. I jot down a few reminders and close the planner.

I spend the next hour working on a custom dress design for a birthday girl. Her sweet 16 is in three months, and she wants something unique because as you know dem girl ya a dolls.

I sketch out a few ideas, playing with different silhouettes and embellishments. I lose myself in the creative process, the lines of the dress taking shape on the paper, each stroke of the pencil bringing the design to life.

It's moments like these that remind me why I love what I do.

As I'm finalizing the sketches, there's a knock on the door. It's Jada, one of my employees. "Morning, Monique," she says with a warm smile. "The new fabrics have arrived. Where do you want them?"

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