We Were Destined

gs surround the headquaters of Dickson

ndedly amalgamate an empire brick by brick. But as he turned around to grab a glimpse of the beautiful scene

ight, buffoonery, business was cut-th

on paper all he was ever passionate about and 'earned' what he disliked. While sitting around the advance decor of his office s

es, the high-end coffee machine, while to the left, he observed his dedicated employees as they rushed around to tend to his needs. Finally decided to s

self "Clara's Couture." The small little unit she rented out had an impressive vibe to it. The place had energy

with the designer's instinct of being able to

long as you pour your heart into it" which stuck with her as she steadily began working on a new idea. They were words that she did not

So, she had to bear harsh working conditions, particularly not having enough sleep or going out with people, to achieve the level of perfection she was looking for. The high fash

notification about an important charity gala that he was going to be the host and the aim of the event was to provide support for education in poor areas. Don was

rain himself from cursing. "Does it have to be all at once?" His

en hiding, him looking at the calendar combined with multiple

was broken by a voice. It was Anne Sc

time and again but more often than not he

ng you can work on?" Call for help! Or one could sense D

t up. "My friend Clara is an amazing designer. She has her own fash

d with a frown," that i

said with authority,

y hard working. I wi

tioning himself as he has only ever known the comfort of working with industry heavy weights, but his other side was slightly more excited by th

Now, he wondered if she could rise to the occasion. The pressure of the gala loomed large, but there was something refreshing about workin

her own storm. When Anne called, she al

she had ever imagined. "Are you serious?" Clara ex

eplied reassuringly

our talent." Clara took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety

encouragement. "I shall book an appointment for you for

s the opportunity to break into the fashion elite, the stepping stone to the life she h

ould see the cut, something sleek and modern, an outfit that would highlight Donald's stature

yet elegant outfit that spoke volumes to her design sensibilities. On her way

ion; it was an opport

een her world and the corporate environment that now surrounded her. The sleek lines and high-tech decor ov

Good M

kson," she said, her voice st

closed, Clara took a deep breath and mentally rehearsed her pitch. She h

walked her down a long corridor lined with modern artwork. "You're

nocked lightly and opened it. "Mr. Dickson,

to curiosity as his eyes landed on Clara. She was immediately struck by h

you," he said, rising

ied, forcing herself to maintain eye contact. She could se

sturing for her to take a seat. "I need something

vision for the outfit. She could almost feel the passion in his eyes when he spok

rations. Donald listened intently. There was palpable chemistry between them, an

lf-satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I think we'

heart

d passed. She was energized; she was motivated and ready to plunge into he

re was something about her energy and passion that captivated him. He hadn't felt this alive in

me the norm, filled with sketches, fabric swatches, and an innumerable amount of coffee cups. Ea

, Clara began to feel that the wh

not meet Donal

looming large, as if to