I'm as stressed as ever. The new spring collection is coming out and I need one more dress. I have a design, but I'm running late for a meeting. If I don't turn this in, the collection is done for. If stress is a person, I can feel it breathing down my neck right now.
Thankfully I arrived at the office, got into the meating, and got the final dress cleared.
"Hey! That Dress is to die for Abigail," Linda says, my best friend at work.
"Thanks I worked really hard on it," I reply.
"Well you always do. You're the owner of the company anyway," she says enthusiastically.
"True. I have to go! I have a date tonight."
"Cool! Go get him."
I run out the door. "Thanks again!"
When I walk out the door, I realize how put together I am. I'm wearing a small black dress skirt, with a white collared shirt. My hair is pulled back in a lose, messy bun, and I have a pair of black stilettos. All of course from my line of clothing and a classic.
I always feel very proud of what I've accomplished, but today I feel great walking back to my apartment building. I always make sure I am keeping my head high and walking confidently down the street.
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Little did she know Moriarty was watching her.
"She is so confident. She definatly stands out in the crowd. I have to bump into her tonight," He thought this to himself.
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The Great Moriarty(1)
Fanfiction{Currently Editing - 4/14/20} "Not too strange. What do you want?" "You darlin. I told you we would meet again, but did you listen?" Abigail Grace Jenisus. She lives in England, but originally lived in the US. She also owns her own fasion line calle...
