Chapter 45

Hayley.

It was just a few hours into work yet the entirety of my body ached as if I have been working for weeks nonstop.

Documents to be reviewed piled by my right side of the table, the few I reviewed, on my left and scattered on my table were ideas for designs of clothes we were supposed to present for Fashion week.

Fashion week was the most important week for every fashion house. It was an opportunity for every fashion to showcase their best designs. The week determined how successful the business year was going to be and as my companies was yet to be largely recognized, I needed to give my best in the fashion week which meant that all I needed to do was work, work and work.

"Are you busy?" A light knock came on the door as footsteps drew closer to me. I groaned loudly. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. I knew the voice and I knew it only told one thing; work.

"I swear, Yvonne, I can't look at any more designs or documents. I am drained as it is, my brains are fried." I