Reckless

Chapter 1

<Morgan's POV>

My heels clicked as I walked briskly down the busy streets of London on my way to work. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Skillfully balancing my Spiced Chai and Gucci purse, I retrieved the device, swiping my finger across the screen before pressing it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Miss Hattaway?"

I didn't recognize the voice on the other end.

"That's me"

"Hello dear, this is Cynthia Grey from Bill Cameron's office"

Mr. Cameron was the CEO of Eclectic Designs, the fashion company I worked for.

"Oh! Hello Ms. Grey! How can I help you?"

"Please, call me Cynthia. I was calling to inform you that Mr. Cameron would like to see you in his office sometime today."

Being called to the boss' office was rarely a good thing. Hearing her say that sent a chill down my spine, and I immediately thought the worst.

"Oh... Okay. Any time in particular?"

"Just whenever is convenient for you"

"Okay I will be sure to stop by. Thank you for the call."

"Of course. Goodbye."

After the call disconnected, I slid my phone into my purse and took a sip of my drink. I entered through the large double doors of the office building and greeted Haniko, the receptionist. She is always so kind and lovely to be around.

I hurried up to my office and looked around. There was nothing pressing that I needed to do. I might as well get this talk with the boss over with.

I made my way down to Mr. Cameron's office. Thinking about how this could very well be my last day took me back to last year. I graduated high school in New York and came to London to study fashion. I applied for an internship here but they ended up needing an emergency replacement for one of their designers and decided to take me on full time. It was hard to believe how blessed I was, even if this job only lasted a year.

As I neared Mr. Cameron's office I took a deep breath, pulling a stray hair from my blouse and smoothing out my pencil skirt. It's now or never. I opened the large oak door and was met with a smiling face. The woman looked to be in her late thirties or early forties.

"Hi you must be Ms. Gr... I mean Cynthia."

"That would be me" she said, rising from her chair and offering me her hand. I shook it in response.

"So nice to meet you in person"

"Likewise. He just got back from a meeting. You can go on in." She said, nodding her head towards Mr. Cameron's door.

I thanked her and slowly made my way over, cautiously opening the door before entering.

He was seated in an oversized swivel chair behind a rather large wood desk. He waved me inside and I took a seat in one of the two open seats on this side of the desk.

"Miss Morgan Hattaway" he began with a powerful voice.

"Yes sir?" I squeaked out. I tried to appear completely calm, but was failing miserably.

"I was doing a routine evaluation of all my employees designs and yours, in particular, stood out." He paused.

I managed a nod, wishing he would cut to the chase.

"I realized that your designs are not getting the attention that they deserve. Eclectic Designs is having a fashion show in September to introduce our new lines. I would like you to prepare a line to be featured."

I was floored. They wanted to use MY designs?!?

"Mr. Cameron...I-I would love to!" I sputtered.

"The show is in 2 months. We will need a week to make the clothes and another week to alter them to fit the models, so you have a month and a half to turn in your designs."

"Thank you so much for this opportunity!"

He smiled and stood up, signaling the end of our conversation.

"Thank you Miss Hattaway. I'll be checking up on you to see how your designs are coming. I expect great things from you."

He shook my hand and said goodbye. I slipped out the door and walked back to my office in a near trance.

I fell into my chair. I still couldn't believe it. My own designs were going to be in the next fashion show! I snapped back into reality and immediately got to work drawing up some new ideas I had.

A few hours later, my desk phone rang. I answered it curiously.

"Hello Morgan?" I recognized the voice from this morning.

"Yes Cynthia?"

"Mr. Cameron said that there was something he forgot to mention about the fashion show and wanted me to let you know."

"Okay" I waited for her to speak again.

"There are some celebrity guests that will be hosting the show. As it gets closer, you will be working with them to make sure the show runs smoothly."

"Sounds great! May I ask who they are?"

"One Direction"