Rude - Grayson Dolan

08 - "charm"

Angela

I was 5 minutes late and I could already tell by the look on Eleanor's face as I walked into the studio that she was not happy at all. People sat on clear stools in front of a red brick wall which had purposely been worn down. White mannequins stood in the middle of the room, all seven in different poses as Eleanor's eyes shifted from the clothes to me and my stomach dropped. Her cold piercing eyes never left mine as I hurriedly walked over towards her, an empty seat next one of my colleagues who looked at me frightenedly. I dodged her eye contact to sit in the seat and I exhaled a heavy breathe, sitting up straight as the people around me rolled their eyes at my being late.

Marc Jacobs stood in front of the small group of us, pulling his plain black away from his shirt away from his neck due to nerves as Eleanor's straight face glares at him.

"This year we've gone for a unique style." He clears his throat, rubbing his fingertips agaisnt his beated as his tanned skin glowed as the bright spotlights shone on the mannequins. "Each piece of clothing has this seasons Scream Queen print, digitally printed on either cotton or satin material."

Eleanor quietly stood, the tension growing thick as she stalked towards the mannequin which stands straight and stands in the middle of the seven. Her long boney fingertips pinch of the material in her index finger and her thumb before feeling the next material.

"It's interesting." She begins and I take out my notepad and pen from my bag which I had left on the floor next to me. "However disappointing. It's not what in was hoping for." Eleanor frowns, turning back to look at me before continuing. "Show me the 2009 collection."

Three hours later, Eleanor selected two pieces of clothing and I was practically clawing my eyes open to stop me from falling asleep. It was dark outside even though it was only 8:30, however the wind caused goosebumps to litter on my skin and I shiver in the cold.

"Grayson, not tonight. My husband is coming back from Rome and he's expecting me to be at home." Eleanor says without a care into her phone as she walked infront of me as we walked towards the row of black cars parked agaisnt the curb. Her voice was loud yet flirty and I could have sworn she was doing it on purpose, knowing fully well I was listening. "Okay, okay. I'll be there soon." She says before hanging up and turning around to face me, an smirk evident on her face as my employees and I wait for her to dismiss us.

Eleanor's eyes travel up and down my body, a disgusted expression upon her face and I deeply gulp not caring if she could hear it.

"I shall see you all at the office tomorrow, goodnight." She spoke with no expression you could mistake her for one of the mannequins. Her sunglasses covered her eyes as paparazzi huddled around us, trying to get her attention and I wander if they had heard about her affair. Without a single goodbye she slid into the sleek black car, a man closing it shortly after and the car slowly drives away.

I couldn't wrap my head around the thought of a married women having sex with a young business man.

11 AM, Monday

It was only 11 and I already felt as though I was drowning in half of the paperwork Eleanor had dumped on my desk that morning, a slight glow on her skin and she glided effortlessly into her office.

"Can you believe it's almost a week until we release this seasons collection!" Clarissa smiles and I think it's the first genuine smile that I've ever seen on her pale, angelic face.

"Then it will be fashion week." I add, sorting through documents which I had to begin forging (?) Eleanor's signature as she doesn't have the time to sign them herself.