The clock struck ten and there was still no sign of my client. I sighed and looked at my watch again and then stared at the door. Just as I was about to give up all hope of her ever showing up that day, I heard a knock at my door.
“Miss Pierce? Are you available? Your client is here for your meeting,” Josh said through the door as he knocked again.
“Ah, yes, come on in!” I replied, trying to sound friendly for once. Josh opened the door and let a beautiful woman who was about five feet and three inches tall with vibrant green eyes and long, flowing, silky brown hair in. Her skin was as white and as pure as snow, her smile enough to brighten the darkest night. After a few seconds of her staring at me with an odd expression I suddenly became aware of my own facial expression and closed my mouth. I shook my head back and for a moment and gave a shy smile. Since I was in the fashion business I saw beautiful men and women every day, but none of them left such an impression. None of them left me awestruck or left me with such an odd feeling in my chest.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I apologize, you see, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet and…” I shrugged, unable to finish my sentence or come up with a viable excuse.
“Hey, it’s all right. It happens to the best of us,” she laughed. I looked up at her and into her bright green eyes. I felt myself slowly begin to get lost in her eyes but I quickly snapped myself out of it and looked away.
“Oh, thank you. Thank you for bringing her back here, Josh. If you’ll excuse us…” I said as I shut the door to my office and walked over to my desk, sitting down in my chair behind my computer. “So, what’s your name?”
“I’m Amy, Amy Lee. Nice to meet you…”
“Anastasia Pierce, CEO and lead designer here at Kaged. It’s nice meeting you, miss Lee,” I said as I stood up and shook her hand from across the desk before sitting down and entering her name in a file.
“Please, feel free to call me Amy. Miss Lee sounds far too formal for someone like me,” she chuckled.
“Oh, come now, you’re a star… aren’t you? Aren’t you in that band… you know… the one with the bass and the drums… and the… and the uh, guitar. I’m sorry; I’m not really into rock music. I barely have time for music in general, actually. No offense, of course,” I explained nervously.
“Oh, it’s okay. We’re big but we’re not that big. We’ve got a lot of fans all over the world but since I don’t do a lot of public appearances off-stage, our publicity is slowly going down. In case you didn’t get my message, I’m here because I need an outfit for a very important red carpet event that I have coming up in about a week. I really admire your strength in managing the entire company by yourself and I really like the clothing you design… so, when I heard I had to get in contact with a designer to design an outfit, I thought of your line first. I just think that your slogan and company is so cool, you know?” she admitted, blushing slightly. Our slogan was “Kaged but never tamed.”
“Oh, thank you. I built this entire company on nothing but blood, sweat and tears. I’m sure you know how hard it is to be recognized. I mean, of course you do. You have your own rock band. So, what are we looking for in an outfit for this event?” I asked as I pulled up a separate tab with different colored cloth.
“I want something black, it’s my favorite color,” she said.
“And…? There must be something more,” I replied as I started scrolling through possible black dresses.
“Uh… usually, I make my own clothes… but I thought I’d see if you could make something cool for a change. Here, how about this… you can design whatever you want. You have total freedom with this project. Go nuts and do what you think looks good. I’m sure I’ll love it,” she assured me, smiling. I looked up at her and blinked. She was the first client in my entire career who wanted me to design something for them and gave me complete freedom in doing so.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m sure I’ll do a good job, but I want to make sure you’re happy with it in the long run…” I tried to explain to her.
“I’m sure you’ll do great. Anything you make will make me happy. Just do your best, no pressure,” she replied, trying to reassure me.
“Well… okay. I guess I can figure something out. I’ll draw something up today and we can meet tomorrow over lunch to go over how it looks and talk measurements before we put it into fabric, okay?” I asked as I got out my schedule and looked at the next day; I had no appointments scheduled.
“What time is best for you…?” she asked.
“One o’clock would be great for me, plus, we’d miss the lunch hour rush… you know, we’d both have less fans to deal with,” I laughed.
“One o’clock is fantastic for me!” she exclaimed without even looking at a notebook or her phone to see if she had anything scheduled.
“Oh… all right, I’ll see you at one o’clock then,” I smiled as I got up and walked around to the other side of the desk to shake her hand.
“All right, thank you so much!” she said as she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. My face was instantly buried in her flowing black hair. I breathed in; shocked she would hug me, and smelt the scent of fresh cucumbers and lavender. Her hair smelt so good, if I didn’t want to creep her out, I wouldn’t have let go at all.
“Oh, no problem,” I said as I quickly pulled away from the hug, trying to keep things professional.
“See you at one!” she said smiling as she waved and walked out of my office, closing the door behind her.
“What was that…?” I quietly asked myself as I sat down in my chair behind my desk, the strange feeling still lingering slightly in my chest.
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50 Shades Of Amy Lee
FanficNow that med school has calmed down, I figured I should update. Enjoy.
