Fallen Angel (Camren)

Project (1)

-Okay, everything will work out! – Dinah repeated that three times in an attempt to calm down.

-And if it doesn't?

-Lauren, this is our year. Everything will work out, and we'll be very well rewarded.

I brought my hands to my head, massaging my temples with the tip of my fingers. I felt that region throb with pain.

-After this meeting we are going out for drinks, we need it. – Dinah spoke as she got up.

-Yes, I agree.

I flashed a brief smile at the woman who immediately expanded her lips in another smile. The blonde got up as she ran her hand over her reddish tight dress. Dinah was always very well dressed, and as a designer it couldn't be different, of course. Today I opted for boyfriend jeans, a silky navy blue blouse and a beige blazer on top. On my feet, a pair of black scarpins. All very casual.

-Shall we go? We have a meeting waiting for us. – my best friend spoke hopefully.

-Let God's will be done, Dinah.

Within minutes we entered the Victoria's Secret main conference room together. There were already all the members of the board properly seated waiting for us. I confess to have felt that sick feeling in my stomach, due to the evaluative and even challenging looks. I knew that many there were rooting for me, but I also knew that others were just waiting for a little slip and consequently a fall.

-Good Morning. – the partners answered kindly, while Dinah distributed the summary of our meeting to every person sitting at that table.

-Did you manage to get everything ready or will you need help, Miss?

I heard the woman's annoying voice sound at the back of the room. Her name was Angelique Duran, she was on her late forties, even though she doesn't appear that age. The woman was medium-sized, dark short shoulder-length hair. Her features were delicate, but still expressive. Of course, with the amount of botox and plastic surgery, everything would always be solved, but it wouldn't do miracles. Mrs. Duran was the general director of the brand's collections for the last three years, her dissatisfaction to see me in her place was clear.

-Everything is perfectly ready, Mrs. Duran. – I let out with my head held high.

-I hope you present a good work. – she retorted.

-I'm sure that Lauren's final work is perfect, dear Angelique. She has already surprised us a lot with the rest of the project, what are final details in this great woman's hands?

It was Elizabeth's turn to speak. Unlike Angelique, the woman was totally on my side. Since my admission as an intern in VS, I had some support from Mrs. Owen. That didn't mean that I had it easy to get where I am, but that, Eliza, how I used to call her, showed me the right path for ascension. I remember being scolded numerous times by the blonde-haired woman and in those several times she made me redo an entire work for not being perfect. Today, I was extremely grateful for all that. After all, it wasn't just anyone that was trained by the president of one of the biggest brands in the United States of America. Elizabeth Owen wasn't only the president of Victoria's Secret, she was also one of the shareholders.

-Thank you, Mrs. Owen.

-You don't have to thank me, Lauren. You and Dinah did a great job. But let's get down to business.

Dinah and I positioned ourselves next to the huge LED screen hanging from the back wall, where we would present the last details of the Victoria's Secret 2016 collection. The course of the meeting seemed tranquil, the details were being accepted by the general directors, who analyzed them thoroughly. The group of editors, along with the organizers of the fashion show that would give start to the visualization of the collection, seemed excited about all the ideas, which gave me more impetus to continue.