CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Work became Claire’s great companion. Slowly she was getting a hang of it despite doing some sleazy tasks for her taste.

Designing was her dream, her passion, and she couldn't wait to live it to the fullest. But for now preparing for an important presentation was the only thing on her plate.

On Saturday afternoon, however, she dropped by at Gena's for an escape.

Gena wasn't happy, for her foster parents wanted her back home as they were on a vacation. She loved freedom and the city; going to their country house served a great deal of torture.

"So, what are you going to do?" Claire asked worriedly, staring compassionately at her.

Gena sighed heavily. "I'll just have to seriously find a job! If I have something to do they don't bug me," she said.

"Great idea. If you want I can ask Jorge if there's an opening in the company," Claire suggested, ready to help in any way she can. Her life without Gena would be a terrible disaster.

No, she needed her best friend.

"Oh, Claire, you're a saint