“This is the worst design I have ever seen, but sadly the best from this miserable team. If you don’t work harder, you won’t be able to make it in the fashion world.”
That… I was not expecting.
First, he talks too much. Secondly, how can he be so rude even when he is trying to give a compliment?
Well, since he said my design was the best, I guess I can be hopeful.
“I promise I will work harder next time, sir,” I replied excitedly.
“Mr. Daniel, you too.”
“Yes, boss,” Daniel replied, and we exchanged secret smiles of satisfaction.
“Good. Valerie, the last three designs are going home. Tomorrow, get me a better design than this. You have a whole night to think and use your superpowers. Good luck.”
Finally, he dismissed each and every one of us.
“Thanks, sir,” we all chorused and left the conference room.
My head was swollen and heavy with pride. I don’t know about Daniel, but he seemed happy too.
We both got complimented by the almighty boss! Wow, what a day for me. I can sleep happy finally. I went back to my seat, beaming with joy.
The way he defended me against Jennifer and complimented me in front of everyone won’t stop ringing in my head.
I feel so important for the first time in my life, but I wonder how I am going to survive this Mr. Perfectionist of a boss.
Gunshots were fired. I fell to the ground, covering my ears, and then I saw a little girl crying. She looked white, and beside her was a corpse. I recognized it as our new boss, lying in a pool of blood.
In the opposite direction was a man holding the pistol that shot him. He removed his mask. I was so scared.
I screamed out loudly.
I jumped on my bed, then realized it was a dream. Not just a dream—it’s one of my revelations that usually comes to reality within the next 24 hours.
I needed to do something. I quickly took my phone, feeling my heart pounding nervously. I dialed Daniel’s number, but it wasn’t going through.
“How am I supposed to tell the boss this? He will never listen!” I snapped out loud, disturbed.
I put the phone down and quickly rushed to take my bath.
After I dressed for work and went to the company, it looked the same as the dream scene. The cars were parked the same way.
I quickly went to his secretary.
“I need to see the boss immediately. It’s urgent.”
“I am sorry, but he is not meeting with the employees this morning. Also, he is scheduled to get his sister from the airport. He will be leaving in a few minutes.”
“His sister?” I had a flashback about the little white girl crying beside the corpse.
“Is the white girl his sister?”
I asked myself. Of course, he is biracial, which makes it 90% possible. They could be related.
“Look, it’s very important. Please, let me get in. It’s a matter of life and death,” I said to the secretary.
She blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”“This is the worst design I have ever seen, but sadly the best from this miserable team. If you don’t work harder, you won’t be able to make it in the fashion world.”
That… I was not expecting.
First, he talks too much. Secondly, how can he be so rude even when he is trying to give a compliment?
Well, since he said my design was the best, I guess I can be hopeful.
“I promise I will work harder next time, sir,” I replied excitedly.
“Mr. Daniel, you too.”
“Yes, boss,” Daniel replied, and we exchanged secret smiles of satisfaction.
“Good. Valerie, the last three designs are going home. Tomorrow, get me a better design than this. You have a whole night to think and use your superpowers. Good luck.”
Finally, he dismissed each and every one of us.
“Thanks, sir,” we all chorused and left the conference room.
My head was swollen and heavy with pride. I don’t know about Daniel, but he seemed happy too.
We both got complimented by the almighty boss! Wow, what a day for me. I can sleep happy finally. I went back to my seat, beaming with joy.
The way he defended me against Jennifer and complimented me in front of everyone won’t stop ringing in my head.
I feel so important for the first time in my life, but I wonder how I am going to survive this Mr. Perfectionist of a boss.
Gunshots were fired. I fell to the ground, covering my ears, and then I saw a little girl crying. She looked white, and beside her was a corpse. I recognized it as our new boss, lying in a pool of blood.
In the opposite direction was a man holding the pistol that shot him. He removed his mask. I was so scared.
I screamed out loudly.
I jumped on my bed, then realized it was a dream. Not just a dream—it’s one of my revelations that usually comes to reality within the next 24 hours.
I needed to do something. I quickly took my phone, feeling my heart pounding nervously. I dialed Daniel’s number, but it wasn’t going through.
“How am I supposed to tell the boss this? He will never listen!” I snapped out loud, disturbed.
I put the phone down and quickly rushed to take my bath.
After I dressed for work and went to the company, it looked the same as the dream scene. The cars were parked the same way.
I quickly went to his secretary.
“I need to see the boss immediately. It’s urgent.”
“I am sorry, but he is not meeting with the employees this morning. Also, he is scheduled to get his sister from the airport. He will be leaving in a few minutes.”
“His sister?” I had a flashback about the little white girl crying beside the corpse.
“Is the white girl his sister?”
I asked myself. Of course, he is biracial, which makes it 90% possible. They could be related.
“Look, it’s very important. Please, let me get in. It’s a matter of life and death,” I said to the secretary.
She blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”