Spring had rolled around, the new spring fashion lines had been brought out for the public to see, and the office was, for the most part, in the mood of celebration. This happened every year in London, with the best and the brightest people in fashion coming together-or at least those who were convinced that they were the best and the brightest! Sometimes the big names in fashion borrowed, coerced, or blatantly stole ideas from their underlings.
That’s how one secretary named Suneha felt, anyhow. i worked for a woman named Isabella, a beautiful but cruel fashion editor in London. Isabella had presented her ideas to the other heads of fashion design and i was positive that some of her own personal styles had somehow made it into Isabella’s presentation. There wasn’t anything she could do about it, however, because Isabella was a much stronger woman than me, both in social status and in physical power. It was a closely-guarded secret between Isabella and her husband that i was pretty much their slave around the office.
I had been caught cheating with that man of Isabella’s, and instead of punishing him for his infidelity, she took all of her anger out on me.” i was living a horrible life, as the underpaid and never appreciated slave of her rival. It didn’t help matters that i was genuinely beautiful. havimg long, almost black hair, deep brown eyes, and i always loved dressing my most feminine. my favorite outfit was a white ouse and black pencil skirt, typically satin, especially on special days. Today was one of those days. i was wearing a white, button-down satin blouse and knee high tight black satin pencil skirt, with four inch heels.
Tonight, you see, was the Friday night of the office party. It was a night of backslapping and self-congratulation when all of the ladies in fashion at the business would get together and have a fancy cocktail party.i would be attending at the request of Isabella. As usual, the secretary would be required to fetch things, bring drinks, and otherwise stay out of the way. The truth was that i was doing anything but that! Oh, i was fetching drinks and such, but i was stopping to spread gossip with every person that i talked to. Most of that, of course, involved her telling the other fashion editors that Isabella was copying my fashions.
Isabella was no fool. She had gotten wind of the things that i was saying through her many friends at the event, who wasted no time in pointing the finger at me. Isabella had enough. She knew exactly how to handle this problem…the same way that she always handled problems with me. She came up behind my back and tapped me on the shoulder. “Excuse me missy, but we need to have a word” she said to the startled secretary. i said “W…what is this? What did I do?”. Isabella smiled incredulously and said “Oh, you know exactly what you’ve been doing, don’t play games with me! You’ve been talking up those stupid fashion ideas of yours, and you had the gall to accuse me of stealing your ideas. You better have a damn good explanation for all of this!” She poked me in the chest several times to emphasize her point. By now Isabella’s voice had gotten high pitched and shrill, and the other people around the room were all staring and pointing at us.
i slapped the finger away in a fit of anger. “I had to do that! You’ve been taking my fashion ideas and using them however you want! It’s not fair!.” Isabella’s eyes tightened and her nostrils flared. i suddenly swallowed hard as i realized the depth of my mistake in challenging my boss again.i tried to backstep, saying “Well, can’t we just…you know…talk about this later? I think it would be a good idea to clear the air sometime, I’m sure we can come to some kind of…” Isabella cut her off by saying “Oh all clear the air you evil little bitch, clear it out of your lungs!” She gave me no time to react, landing her fist in the upper stomach of me.i couldn’t think anything, i only felt the all-too-familiar pain in my stomach as the punch landed. i doubled up and stumbled backwards, barely keepingmy footing and coughing loudly.
Then she grabbed by my hair and hard fist in to my lips pouring blood," c mon you get up you satin bitch" she hold from my white satin blouse draged me to the corner and started punching my face.
