Amanda Delman Point of View
"You! I want a black coffee, three sugars on my desk in sixty seconds! You! Have the winter evening dresses on my desk pronto! You! Schedule an appointment for me and Rebecca Taylor for tomorrow at 11:30!", I point at three random people, who drop everything ( one idiot dropped her coffee) and sprinted out the door.
"Clean that up!", I order to another nameless intern.
I speed-walked to my office, my hair flying. I never ran, it was unprofessional and un-ladylike. I went to my office and looked over my schedule for the next day. After a minute or two, I began to get frustrated with the the intern who was supposed to bring my coffee.
"MARY!!!", I shout into the PDA system.
My secratary ran into the room five minutes later, hands filled with files and a steaming cup of coffee.
"Yes, Ms. Delman?", she says, placing the cup on my desk.
"Where are the new cashmere silk dresses?", I ask, sweetly.
"What?", Mary replies.
" You know, the black turtleneck ones that I worked on for three months!! I have a truck waiting outside for the orders!", I yell.
"Umm..I don't know what your talking about.", Mary says, pushing the cup of coffee towards me. She put a dash of whipped cream on top, clearly trying to kiss-up. In my moment of rage, I decide to torment her a little.
"Your not always this stupid...I see you must be making a special effort today! Starting with those clothes, wow, no ones worn moon boots since I was six and I refused to wear mine even then. My God! What is with that belt. We're not cow-girls on a ranch in Arizona, ok. Seven jeans are fine, but take off that over sized handkerchief covering your neck. You are the junior vice president of a fashion company yet the homeless woman who sleeps in the subway by Broadway has more style than you.", I rant, dissing her from head to toe, leaving Mary’s mouth hanging open, speechless for a couple of seconds. She recovers quickly.
"Oh! I remember now, Mrs. Ross called this morning from the factory in London. She said that since you ordered 200 dresses, she said it would take more time for her to finish them, since you demanded that only she could do the dress work and you made her sign the confidentiality papers, saying that you wouldn't let anyone but her do them, and that none of her employees could see the design.", she finishes and takes a big breath.
"Well, call her back and tell her to hurry up! Also get someone to get the truck off the block since obviously, my dresses won't be coming for another WEEK!!", I yell.
Just then, a teenager of maybe 16 or 17 came in and dropped a folder on my desk.
"The winter evening dresses Ms. Delman.", she says quietly before leaving the room.
"HEY! Come back here!", I yell at the retreating figure.
The girl came back, a look of confusion plastered on her face.
"Yes?", she says, timidly.
"What. Are. You. Wearing?", I ask, venom dripping off every word.
“Um, well I thought since this shirt is blue, it would match nicely with-”, The intern starts before I interrupt.
"Mary, get these rags off her and dress her in something from the closet. Take something from the closet as well, huh, you need it.", I say to the brunette who had been trying to sneak out of the room.
"Well, what do you want me to dress her in? Cashmere or cotton?", she say using our secret code words for expensive or cheap.
"Cotton of course. What do you expect she’s an intern. Oh and schedule an appointment for me with Lucy.", I say looking at my bare nails in disdain, hoping Lucy (my stylist) will be able to fix them.
Mary and the teen go, leaving me alone in my office. My stomach growled unpleasantly. I didn't want to eat in the office so, I grab a green trench and walk over to my mirror, going over my outfit. I stare at the reflection. A lividly angry face stared back at me. She had smokey-grey eyes just like me, plain brown hair just like me...she looked just like me yet I didn't recognize the angry face.
Ignoring the scary face, I looked at what I was wearing. Black Tracy Reese legging's matched with a Prada dark green mini dress. It went well with the satin trench coat I had just grabbed and black Jimmy Choo ballet slippers. It also brought out my eyes, which was good, considering its my only feature. I went into my bathroom and put on some lip gloss and blush. Considering myself looking decent, I went out into my office grabbed my Gucci 'Hysteria' tote bag, a gift from some co-worker who's name I can't quite remember. I put a couple of folders in my bag then strode out into the main lobby.
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If you want to read my other work just search "Monster" or "A simple Black Dress"..any reviewing will be appreciated even if you tell me I'm a terrible writer and should crawl into a hole.



