I cannot believe that it worked! He listened to me and now we’re going out and we’re going to talk, like adults, about each other’s creative process when it comes to design.It was such a risk to call him out on his shit back there but I am so thankful that I did. He actually looked at my portfolio and spoke to me when he could have had me thrown out of the building. He told me to get out, but I stood my ground and said no, and he surprisingly didn’t push any further.Now I’m at my desk waiting for him. The women here saw me exit his office with loose hair and no heels, I know exactly what they thought I did in there with him, and it made me feel sick, but in time they will learn the truth, so no reason to stress about it now.I slipped on the flats that I brought with me so that I didn’t have to wear those heels outside. Wearing heels is one thing but walking in them for long periods of time is another.Matthew exited

So far, I had been sitting idly at my desk with my sketchbook, uninspired and losing patience with myself. For the first time today, the phone rang on my desk and I was so excited that I actually had a task to do.*Ring Ring Ring*“Mr. Greene’s office, how can I help you?” Mindi told me the correct way to answer the phones here, she answers her calls saying, “Thank you for calling Greene Designs,” but since I’m his assistant, I get to say that they’ve reached his private office.“Hey, I’m gonna be out of office the rest of the day,” said a familiar males voice.“Matthew?”“It’s Mr. Greene to you,” he said quite forcefully, “I’m not coming back to the office today, so…”He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him “Handle the calls?”“Yes.”“You got it, boss-” he hung up the

I wouldn’t call my first day a success, I was fired and rehired, thrown into a cab, and then kissed against a wall by my boss who then disappeared for the rest of the day. I met another designer in the building, though, David, and had lunch with him, which was very pleasant, but otherwise, the rest of the day was uneventful.I was sitting at my desk waiting for Matthew to show up for me to ask him about the fundraiser and how I could help. I was wearing a red blouse today and a new skirt that I went out and bought last night, along with some more comfortable heels to last me a full workday – assuming that I don’t get fired today.My hair was back in a bun, I swallowed my pride this morning and decided that I did enough damage yesterday, I should try to be good today. Besides, I also have a lunch date with David today, and I want to look my best.However much I hated to admit it, Matthew was right about it being a clean and professional look. I

David didn’t tell me his plans for our date, and I was surprised when he opened the door for me to a cooking class. I’ve always heard about dates like this but I’ve never been on one before, and while I was hungry and slightly hoping for a restaurant where I didn’t have to cook my own food, the thought was adorable and I had the widest smile on my face.When you first walk in, you notice the massive kitchen in the back with a blinding amount of stainless steel appliances, and in front of it are roughly ten tables for the students to sit down at once they finished preparing their meal.“We’re really doing this?” I asked through my smile as I looked back at him.He was shedding his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves when he responded, “I wanted to show you that I’m more than just fashion,” he smiled and I saw his dimples and just melted.I chuckled and looked at the massive kitchen in front of

The tangled bin of thread was a disaster and I was so mad with Matthew for doing that to me. I didn’t stress it, though, I decided to use my head to solve the problem and I took a pair of scissors and cut the thread right where it was at the spool, leaving one giant, colorful, tangled mess in my trash bin under my desk.I knew that Matthew would be mad at me for taking the easy way out, he was trying to make my life hell because I went out with his rival. It was only my second day working for him, how was I supposed to know that they were practically enemies?There is such a thing as friendliness in the industry, and I think that it’s time for Matthew to learn how to be civil with people; how to not call women whores, and to respect other designers.“This is cheating,” he sneered.“No, that is clever - Thinking with your head,” I pointed to my temple, just to make sure he knew which head I was talking about usi