Angela
When I roll over in bed and I attempt to look at my alarm clock as it flashes 5:30 am and Thursday in the top right hand corner however I feel like death. I would normally feel rather ecstatic at the thought that tomorrow is Friday and the day after Friday is Saturday. But unfortunately I've been dreading this day since Tuesday and I even thought about calling in saying I was ill so I could skip the event that Mr Dolan is holding this evening.
I finally force myself out of bed not wanting to see the little day light that is shining at this early time in the cold morning and I step out off my pyjamas and step into my work clothes which I had chosen last night and do my usual makeup as quickly as I could, while checking my emails from the office giving me my boring schedule for today, the whole day I'm going to be going shop to shop, picking up all of the clothes Eleanor had ordered. After I do a simply braid across the top of my head and bring it into a messy yet wavy pony tail at the back of my head before shrugging on my freshly vanilla smelling leather brown coat and pick up a ripe green apple as I walk towards the front door of my apartment.
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"I want you to remember everyone's name on the list for tonight." Eleanor speaks, no emotion in her stone like face as she pierces her red stained lips. I sharply nod my head picking up the rather large book that she had plonked on my desk at 6:30 am before ordering me to get her a salad and a hot Starbucks coffee for her beause apparently salad is the new bread sticks for loosing weight!
"Uh-okay." My eyes widen, thinking about having to try and find time in my busy schedule to remember all names.
"Just okay? I expect you to know them all by tonight." Eleanor raises her eyebrows before turning towards Clarissa. "Clarissa, your dress in the isle 15, hanger 2. Angela, I hope you have sorted your dress out as you didn't call to ask if you could borrow one of the ones in the dress department." Her dark eyes scowl at me as her freshly dyed red hair is tied in a bun, obviously knowing my un-organised arse has nothing sorted. Nodding, I try to hide the fact that I actually meant I have nothing sorted, kill me already. But I try to hide my stress behind the fake smile before standing from my clean white desk.
On the way to meet Marcus, Marc. I pass Reese who works on the dress design department in the hallway of the building. Her dark bags underneath her forest coloured eyes are evident however it is clear she has tried to cover them up with concealer.
"Reece!" I squeal in relief as I see her tired frown turn into a smile when she sees me.
"Angela! What's up, you seem bothered." She laughs, we had both studied in the same university, however unfortunately we had never crossed paths for she was studying fashion and I journalism. But now we bitch about our other colleagues at lunch time in the empty canteen, which honestly is the high light of my day!
"I am bothered, am I showing it too much?" I joke. "Eleanor is making me go to the event tonight with Mr Dolan is holding and I have literally nothing to wear!" I press the back of my hand against my forehead as we move out of the way, leaning on the white wall beside us so stressed people can pass.
"You're so lucky you were invited, I would fucking kill to go there! But I have the perfect dress for you. Come to my office after your finished, I'm staying here late and I'll give you it." I gratefully thank her as she gives me a wink and with that I walk out of the building with a very impressed smile on my face.
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