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"No no no!" I speak into the phone.
"Come on, take a break for once." Amyra, my stubborn best friend says over the phone.
"I can't! I have to choose fabric for my new line that should be available to customers by next month." A designer's job is never slow.
"Axton has news. He'll be a dick if I don't convince you to come to brunch," she says with her strong Indian accent.
I take a look at all the fabrics in front of me. I sighed closing my eyes.
"Fine." I give in.
"You're helping me choose fabrics tomorrow. I'll see you in ten minutes."
"Great, you should know lawyers are very convincing and yes I'll help you." She says causing me to smile. She was one of the youngest but most successful lawyers. Proud to say I've been through all the years of law school and persuading her parents to let her pursue law instead of medicine. Amyra wasn't the typical person. She was unique and wanted difference more than anything. That's why she made it her mission to gain approval from her parents.
"Okay, bye." I hang up the phone. I pick up the office phone placed on my glass desk.
"Hayley can I see you in my office please," I ask, kindly. In no time there's a knock on my door.
"Yes, Ms. Rivera?" she walks into my spacious office.
"It's Sophia! I told you, no formalities." I chuckle at my new assistant. She worked at my company before, but she was promoted a few days ago since the last assistant I had, drugged my coffee. Yes, a fricking assistant drugged my coffee. Strangely, she has gone missing.
"I'm sorry Ms-. Sophia." she corrects herself as we both laugh.
"I'm leaving for brunch. I'll be back in an hour or so." She nods, pulling her phone out.
"But when you come back, you have that meeting with Prada so you won't be able to choose fabrics, so I should reschedule that for tomorrow." She speaks while typing away on her phone.
"Impressive Hayley." I smile.
"Thank you." she chuckles as I grab my purse, phone, and sunglasses.
"Okay, I'm gonna go. Have a nice lunch." I smile at her.
I walk out of my office and into the halls of my office. If it's one thing I'm proud of, it's how comforting my office is. Everything is light, neutral, soft but elegant, and sleek. It was designed by one of my mom's friends, who is one of the best interior designers around.
I step into the elevator and hit the first floor. As I'm taken down the floors I find myself thinking about the paparazzi that could be outside.
You see, my mom is a famous actress and my dad is a famous director and even had his fair share of singing. Growing up I was always taught the precautions of paparazzi. I couldn't wear certain things, I couldn't hang with certain friends or be seen in certain parts of the freaking state. It was a bit overwhelming, but even now as a twenty-two-year-old, it's even more overwhelming. Given my parent's social status I was grown into a path of popularity. But if you're thinking I started my designer job off the fame and money from my parents, think again. I started the simple line anonymously. After a year it became popular, then I shared to my socials that I was the founder. That day my phone was blowing up, I do owe some of my success to the life I was given, but most was earned by hard work. Working my ass off, overdosing with coffee, breakdowns. It was hard. But I made it with the help of my friends.
