My phone buzzed relentlessly. A quick glance showed at least ten missed calls from Steven.
I scoffed and ignored it. Answering that call would be asking for a verbal assault.
I hurried to the office. The usual morning chatter filled the room, but the moment I walked in, it fell silent. Several people shot me looks before turning back to their desks.
Unfazed, I walked into my office.
Jacob, the sweet kid, shot up from his chair the moment he saw me, his eyes lighting up. His gaze lingered on my face with concern. “Zephyra, you weren’t here this morning. Is everything okay?”
I sat down and turned on my computer. “I’m fine, just got held up by something. Let’s get to work.”
Jacob studied my face, a worried frown on his handsome features. “Zephyra, your lips look a little swollen. Is it an allergy? Verna told me some people get swollen lips from cheilitis.”
Damn it. I added another mark to my mental list of grievances against Steven.
I gave Jacob a reassuring smile. “It’s not that. I had some incredibly spicy seafood for lunch, so they’re just a bit swollen. I’m really fine, it’s nothing.”
He visibly relaxed, a smile returning to his clear eyes. “Oh, good. Let me update you on our work progress, then.”
“Sounds good.”
My work was fairly structured. With autumn setting in, Myron had tasked me with designing the winter collection. Each season had a theme, and we had to predict upcoming trends.
Even though I’d been a housewife in my past life, I had always kept a close eye on the fashion world. I knew the major trends like the back of my hand, so I quickly finalized a preliminary proposal.
Myron was my direct report, so I took the proposal to his office. I could have just emailed it, but I also wanted to ask him about a doctor for Uncle Julian.
I found Myron lounging in his office, his eyes glued to his computer screen. “Come in.”
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