Stephen

💀Kane Mazarin💀

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I didn't take Sydney's advice on Saturday night, about sleeping in on Monday morning. I went into work at the same time I always did. I tried to sleep in, but couldn't, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Stephen's face.

An hour and a half later Danielle, Sydney, and Tony came in walking through the stores' doorway, like a band of sloths. " Good Morning you three, did you guys enjoy your day off yesterday?"

"Yes..." Their voices came out low and raspy.

"How about you Grace?" Danielle asks, then takes a drink of her coffee.

"It was...I accomplished most of my housework." I reply after a few seconds.

Tony walks over to the appointment book on the counter, and picks it up, glancing over the names to see who our first client of the day is.

"Okay, let me see, mum....it looks like Kane Mazarin is our first consultation this morning, and let me just say, he's a picky man too." He mumbles, scrunching up his eyebrows with dread written all over his face.

"Tony, I know that sometimes these people can be a little difficult to work with, and even a huge pain in the ass, but we are professionals here, and we do an outstanding job at this store. I don't care if we have to fix a gown, or a tux a hundred times over we will do whatever it takes to satisfy them.

You three know as well as I do, the people attending this Gala are the upper class of this city, and they could make or break this business, so I'm begging you guys to please hold your tongues around them." I say, trying to keep my voice calm.

Sydney crosses her arms on her chest and cocks her head to the side when Tony whispers out.
"I'm sorry Grace."

"It's okay Tony, I completely understand, now, if we're through here, I have a lot of paperwork that needs to be finished today, let's get this place, opened-up guys." Clapping my hands together. I glace over a Sydney for a moment, before I turn away and walk towards my office. 

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Talking to one of my fabric suppliers on the phone about buying some silk, I hear a knock on the office door. Tony peeks his head through my doorway. "Grace, I need your help when you have a few minutes.'' His voice came across anxious.

 I cover the mouthpiece of the phone, before answering him, " Yes, I'll be right there Tony." I whisper to him.

After ten long grueling minutes on the phone, I finally got my order placed with my supplier.  Having that out of the way now, I then went to go find Tony to see what he so urgently needed my help with.  As I walk up to the front counter, I see Danielle standing there. "Danielle, have you seen Tony?"

  
"Fitting room 1. He's in there with Mr. Mazarin. Grace, you probably should get in there, Tony looked pissed off, before he went back in the room, I'm not sure how long he'll be able to hold his tongue around Mr. Picky butt."  She replies, before answering the phone.

"Dammit to hell! You have got to be kidding me! I ask for just one day, Just one fracking day, and I can't even get that!" Bitching to myself, as I walk towards the fitting room.

As I came closer to the fitting room, I could hear Tony's frustrated voice, I knock on the door, before letting myself in, and look towards Tony. "Tony, do you need my assistance?"

He looks over at me silently moving his lips, ' Thank you.''  Tony is one of my best in customer service at the store, and usually has a solution to any problem, so, for him to ask me for help with Mr. Mazarin, told me that Mr. Mazarin is a very contrary man to please.