The Test of Time

80 ~ Month Twenty Six: January

I grimace at my phone before dropping it down onto my desk and walking out of my office. Sadly I don't have time to advise Elena what color she should dye her hair today. I'll call her back tonight.

"Sally, I need that paperwork by five." I snap at the intern as I pass her desk. Jesus Christ, the girl has two hundred words to write and it's taken two weeks. There's only so many times I can let her get away with it.

"Of course Sav!" She calls after me as I continue down the corridor towards Eric's office, the Wednesday morning blues hitting me hard.

"Sav, Jenny doesn't like the wording on the Bristolet document." Krystal moans, walking up to me and attempting to shove the paper in my face.

"So change it." I retort, continuing past her as she hurries to keep up with me.

"I don't know what to change." She moans and I roll my eyes.

"Jenny doesn't like the words pretty, creative, delightful or colorful. Replace the word beautiful with gorgeous and the word designer with guru." I reply, "Tell me if she still doesn't like it."

"Thanks!" She grins and I nod as she fades away, back off to her desk.

"Lucy, have the new Spring templates come in yet?" I call out as I pass the petite girl who always has a smile on her face.

"Not yet Sav! Burton said they'll be in today." She replies and I curse under my breath. No doubt I'll get stick for this from Eric. I'd imagine it'll be something about it being my fault that the templates aren't here yet.

"I want to see them as soon as they pass security in this building." I advise her.

"Sure!" Lucy replies and I sigh, grabbing hold of my Boss' door and pushing it open.

"Eric." I greet, walking inside.

"Savannah!" He replies, sitting up slightly, his perfectly styled quiff of hair bouncing slightly on top of his head, "How was your weekend?"

"Amazing." I grin, "There was live music down at..."

"Yes, yes." He cuts me off and I bite my tongue, attempting to keep my anger at bay, something that I find myself doing a lot at this place, "Where is the wording for the Spring press release?"

"The templates aren't in yet."

"So?" He mutters, confused.

"I can't write a report about the clothes we offer without seeing them." I say blatantly. I'm not Superwoman.

"Well..."

"The templates are due to be delivered today." I cut him off, as politely as I can, "I'll make sure they're written by the end of Friday."

"Friday?" He scoffs before standing up, "Oh no kitten, I need them tomorrow at midnight. Latest."

"You do?" I blurt out, attempting to maintain my composure.

"Milan doesn't wait for us." He snorts and I feel my stress levels rise through the roof.

"Right." I mutter, "Okay. I'll try..."

"There's no trying, only doing!" Eric snaps, "That's all." He dismisses, waving his hand at me. 

"Okay." I manage to spit out through gritted teeth, turning and pulling the door open, exiting his office with far more frustration than when I went in. I didn't even think that was possible. 

A sudden vision in pink catches my attention, the blonde girl barreling towards me at a rate of knots.

"Jenny?" I greet as she stops beside me.