Sabr : the gift for patience

chapter 13

Fatema's Pov:

I leaned back on my chair stretching my arms. I was busy the whole week, choosing the designs and product reviews for the upcoming fashion show next month. It was the grand fashion show that happens once a year and under any circumstances I can not mess anything up. After all, this show is a big project for my brand.

I had to work day and night for this sponsor, and finally I got it. All my employees are giving their best efforts as well. The makeup products from 'Blossom' will be used on the models in that show so I have to be precise about everything. All the color matches, tones and shades.

After running like a mad scientist the whole morning I was exhausted and hungry. As I confirmed the food delivery, I received a call from jannat.

****On the call****

Fatema: Hey! How's everything going there?

Jannat: It's nice here to be honest. The chocolate croissonts are the best part of my day. But the worst part is all the work load and that I miss you guys so much.

Fatema: awh we miss you too jann,

Jannat: And how about you? How's your preparation for the fashion show going?

Fatema : Ugh it's exhausting. I wish you could join as an artist from your company too. I heard the 3rd year experienced from your company are appointed this year.

Jannat: Yea, but sadly It's my second year,

Fatema: Don't worry you'll be appointed next year for sure and then we can work together.

Jannat: By the way, I heard this year Ayesha group of industry are the main organizers?

Fatema: Yeah, they are the star of the show. I also have a meeting with them this afternoon about the color combinations and shades according to their dresses.

Jannat:  Good to know you're working hard girl, All the best. I'll talk with you later then, gotta go.

Fatema: Come back soon jann, We miss you so much. Bye-byee!

Time skip

After managing the schedules I finally reached the Ayesha group of industry's main office with my manager. I got out of the car and was greeted by their manager, a man in his mid 40s. He looked polite and friendly. He helped us look through the collection and choose the suitable shades.

The dresses were marvelous. Nothing less than the dresses of the queens and princesses from fairytales. Each dress  designed with perfection and care. The vintage styled gowns were something every girl dreams to wear once in their lifetime. No doubt why they were one of the best in the city.

Finally after hours of looking around their palace like big office I was finally done with my work. We wanted to leave early but had to stay because the ceo who was currently now in a meeting requested us to meet him before we leave.

"Ma'am I heard Mr Abdul Aziz's son will take incharge of the company and also handle the fashion show this year as he's retiring." My manager Damian said in a whisper like voice. "Oh,"
I replied not really interested as I was already so tired.

After half an hour of waiting, finally we were called to his office. The elderly man lead us to the office and left. I knocked on the door before entering. Sitting infront of a big desk was an man in his early 50s. He smiled at us and invited us inside. The office was simple with a big desk in the middle, chairs and some cabinets on the corner of the room.