Imprinted

Chapter 1: Cubs and Pubs

"Ms. McMillan you have a call from Sebastian Harris ."

"Thank you Sara, patch him right in." The office receptionist had just called me to inform me of my nervous call with Sebastian Harris. A famous designer who called wanting to work with me, Bea. Bea Antheia McMillan!

"Hello?" Sebastian's deep voice echoed through the system causing me to have to turn the volume down a little bit.

"Oh! Hello! Is this Mr. Sebastian Harris?" I asked over excitedly.

"Yes, I don't think I am anyone else. Am I?" He chuckled a bit soon clearing his throat afterwards. "I assume this is Ms. Bea McMillan?"

"Oh, yes this is Bea. You can just call me Bea, if you'd like." I took a deep breath in knowing that this call was about to become very serious and possibly change my life.

"To the conversation about the clothing line?" He asked changing tone completely.

"Oh, yes. I was thinking of a line that focused on that vintage chic kind of look. Something that gets in touch with a deep side of you. Something that unlocks the other side of you that lets you know that old is still new."

"Your idea is very interesting. I like the way that you think Bea. You are more intellectual than I thought." I didn't know whether or not that was a compliment or an insult, but I took it anyway

"Thank you Mr. Harris. Where do you suppose we meet up?"

"Give me a week to formulate a few samples and we can meet in Portland, Maine to come up with the a production together. Afterwards we can maybe get lunch?"

"Of course! Sounds like the perfect idea! I cannot wait for our encounter. I'll start working on my samples right away. I'll keep in touch with you, sir. " I said with my sketching pencil nearly slipping out of my hand from sweat.

"Great. Would you like to make a quick meet up tomorrow afternoon? 2:00? I can send a ride to pick you up?" He said almost as if it was a set date before I said my answer.

"It's a date." As we said our last goodbye's and finalized our last pieces for our collection for the meeting in one week, we say our goodbyes.

"Sara," I called on the intercom.

"Yes, Ms. McMillan?"

"That it all for today. You can leave." I told her picking up my scattered sketches.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else Ms. McMillan?" She asked in an innocent sweet voice.

"Yep, I'm packing up as we speak."

"O-okay. Thank you, Ms. McMillan." She said with a bit of shock in her voice, stuttering.

"Be safe dear. I packed up the rest of my stuff and headed of out of the office, using the elevator to get down from the 7th floor. I get to the lobby and head to my car and started to drive home. I suddenly realized that I had forgotten I didn't have food for the week. I turned around and headed to the nearest farmer's market to get a few things to get me and my sister Danielle through the week.

After getting what I needed I pulled up to the front of my apartment and walked through the front door, going to the 3rd floor to get into my room. I took off my blistering heels and put on my pink slippers and changed into jeans and a blue t-shirt. I went into the kitchen to pull out a bottle of Sterling Vineyard's Platinum from Napa Valley 2009, my favorite. After pouring it into a wine glass, I realized it was a little quiet.

"Dani?" I yelled for my younger sister as she should be home by now. Danielle stays with me since she goes to Juilliard. She did not want to go back to the residence hall after her first year. She tends to latch on to people and becomes too attached. She's so adventurous but is terrified to be away from home.