Red String Of Fate

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

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- Back at Sydney –

“Welcome back Reni.” He held his hands out and I walked into his embrace.

“Thanks Jay. I forgive you for last time.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I pulled out of the hug and I gave the luggage trolley to him.

“What time is the appointment with Madame Agnès?”

“Tomorrow morning. Ten.”

“Okay then. Did you bring the file with you?”

“Nope. Sorry. Left it in the on my table.” He winced at his own mistake.

“Fine. Take everything with us. We’re going to the office before heading home.” I grabbed his hand and check the time before heading out towards his car.

The drive was quick and we pulled up outside the office in less than twenty minutes. I got out and approached the dark building.

“Jay! I need ID! Don’t have mine!” I yelled back at him and he laughed.

“You’re the one who bolted towards the building when I yelled for you to stop.” He swiped his ID and the door opened for a few seconds and closed and locked immediately for maximum security. Jay flipped on the lights and it revealed a clean and tidy lobby. I grabbed the ID off him and began to swipe it to activate the elevators. I tapped my foot impatiently as it went up and ran out as soon as I arrived on the floor my office was on. I hurried towards our office and unlocked the door. I peered closely at his desk and spotted a black folder. Perfect. I grabbed that and went back down to meet Jayson.

“Jay, I’m tired. You staying over at my place or not? Either way, hurry up. I want to be home.” I demanded letting all stress run my mood. He tugged me to his car and started the engine as I opened the shiny smooth folder to reveal the information on the client.

Madame Agnès

Owner and Head Designer of 2 PI R

Madame  Agnès, a prominent famous figure in the fashion industry. Madame  Agnès is proposing for us to sponsor her next show and have her main piece on the front page of the next issue of Blaze. She believes that both sides would get more fame due to the popularity of both. I won’t comment on that. Honestly, that’s underhanded. Our magazine has gotten to where it has due to the sincerity, honesty and time we put into choosing each piece. Okay, back onto the facts, she sprang something surprising onto Jay. She asked him to give her a quick draft of a dress he would imagine for her wedding. She said she was willing to give us a label as a business running alongside the magazine but she was unsatisfied with Jayson’s works and asked to see the female owner. We made a vote in the lobby for the employees and most of them voted yes - agreeing that having a label running with the magazine would be an excellent idea. Many here design as a hobby much like you – and yes I know Reni, you’re reading this. This is a great opportunity, handle it well!

At the bottom was Hazel’s signature. Tomorrow is really important then. I dragged my eyes carefully over each photo and took in each detail. The first four were of Jay’s draft designs. I frowned. They were pretty good. How high were her expectations? The next was a photo of a handbag, wallet and dress. One on a model altogether and one of each separately resting on a table.

“Why didn’t she like your designs?” I ran my fingers over his draft photos.

He glanced sideways at me as he switched off the engine. I looked out the window and realised we were already back. “She just didn’t. She never explained.” He got out and unloaded the luggage as I reread the file.