Lowongan Pattern Maker Novels & Stories

"No. I do not need mysterious information right now. I need to focus, send more applications, and sketch new ideas for my own work.” I dropped the card into the trash. It landed on top of some old papers. Diana raised an eyebrow but did not argue. "Your choice. You know best what you can handle today." We went back to work. I sat at the table and opened my laptop again. "Another application. Small boutique looking for pattern makers. I can show the sketches I kept. The bold neckline one. The one I finished the night everything changed." Diana read over my shoulder as I typed. "Good. Mention your experience with inclusive sizing.”

I stand in front of the screens and I look at my work wearing someone else’s name. “The photos are professional,” Derek says from behind me. “High production. Whoever did this had the original patterns. Not just sketches. The technical files. The grading. The fabric specs.” “That’s internal,” I say. My voice doesn’t sound like mine. It sounds like it’s coming through a wall. “I know.” “That’s on our server, Derek. Only five people have access.” “I know, Em.” Five people. Me. Derek. Priya. June, the pattern maker. Lucia, the intern who started three months ago.

Dana drew the shape of a lotus and handed it to Marcen along with the dimensions. Ben made a copy of the pattern and messaged Shadow with instructions to get a patent from the gemstone stone society. His woman was stupid… but she could afford to be… he was there to hold the sky above her head for her. “I need two of these. Can I come back tomorrow?” Dana asked as she saw the lad seriously studying the pattern. This wasn’t going to be easy. The young lad pursed his lips. He liked accomplishing difficult designs that pushed his limits. Although his boss was really nice, there were not many opportunities; this is the reason he accepted Dana’s request.

I counter with a flirtatious smile, in which he returns wholeheartedly. Caspian was the pattern maker in our team, and he specialized in translating design sketches into patterns, ensuring the proper fit and functionality of garments. “Okay let's not get too ahead of ourselves, I did all the grunt work by getting the materials.” Kendal, the textile specialist and most energetic in the group called as he pointed between me and Caspian. “I'm the golden boy of the project.” He proclaimed and I playfully rolled my eyes as he grinned smugly.