She laughed out loud. Then she wrote the thing she’d been afraid to admit.
“Is it?” he wrote back. “Because I think your job is to make clothes look good. What you actually do is make people feel seen.”
His reply was instant.
Her domain was the sixth floor: swatches, mood boards, and the intoxicating scent of expensive paper and sharper ambition. Every day was a runway. Every email, a power play.
Instead, she sent: “What’s your favorite thing I’ve worn this week?” LoveHerBoobs - Victoria Nova - Coworker Fun Tim...
A long pause. Then: “Monday. The emerald green mockneck. You paired it with that ridiculously oversized tortoiseshell hair clip. It was 10 AM and you already looked like you’d conquered a small country.”
His reply came in three seconds. “Too late. It’s already the size of a small planet.” She laughed out loud
“I have a rule. No coworkers.”