I grimace at my phone before dropping it down onto my desk and walking out of my office. Sadly I don't have time to advise Elena what color she should dye her hair today. I'll call her back tonight.

"Sally, I need that paperwork by five." I snap at the intern as I pass her desk. Jesus Christ, the girl has two hundred words to write and it's taken two weeks. There's only so many times I can let her get away with it.

"Of course Sav!" She calls after me as I continue down the corridor towards Eric's office, the Wednesday morning blues hitting me hard.

"Sav, Jenny doesn't like the wording on the Bristolet document." Krystal moans, walking up to me and attempting to shove the paper in my face.

"So change it." I retort, continuing past her as she hurries to keep up with me.

"I don't know what to change." She moans and I roll my eyes.

"Jenny doesn't like the words pretty, creative, delightful or colorful. Replace the word beautiful with gorgeous and the word designer with guru." I reply, "Tell me if she still doesn't like it."

"Thanks!" She grins and I nod as she fades away, back off to her desk.

"Lucy, have the new Spring templates come in yet?" I call out as I pass the petite girl who always has a smile on her face.

"Not yet Sav! Burton said they'll be in today." She replies and I curse under my breath. No doubt I'll get stick for this from Eric. I'd imagine it'll be something about it being my fault that the templates aren't here yet.

"I want to see them as soon as they pass security in this building." I advise her.

"Sure!" Lucy replies and I sigh, grabbing hold of my Boss' door and pushing it open.

"Eric." I greet, walking inside.

"Savannah!" He replies, sitting up slightly, his perfectly styled quiff of hair bouncing slightly on top of his head, "How was your weekend?"

"Amazing." I grin, "There was live music down at..."

"Yes, yes." He cuts me off and I bite my tongue, attempting to keep my anger at bay, something that I find myself doing a lot at this place, "Where is the wording for the Spring press release?"

"The templates aren't in yet."

"So?" He mutters, confused.

"I can't write a report about the clothes we offer without seeing them." I say blatantly. I'm not Superwoman.

"Well..."

"The templates are due to be delivered today." I cut him off, as politely as I can, "I'll make sure they're written by the end of Friday."

"Friday?" He scoffs before standing up, "Oh no kitten, I need them tomorrow at midnight. Latest."

"You do?" I blurt out, attempting to maintain my composure.

"Milan doesn't wait for us." He snorts and I feel my stress levels rise through the roof.

"Right." I mutter, "Okay. I'll try..."

"There's no trying, only doing!" Eric snaps, "That's all." He dismisses, waving his hand at me. 

"Okay." I manage to spit out through gritted teeth, turning and pulling the door open, exiting his office with far more frustration than when I went in. I didn't even think that was possible. 

A sudden vision in pink catches my attention, the blonde girl barreling towards me at a rate of knots.

"Jenny?" I greet as she stops beside me.

"What kind of a report is this?" She snaps, holding the piece of paper that Krystal had earlier in front of me. I sigh and begin to walk back across the office, her following. "The colors deliciously stand out against the gorgeous setting of a park in Summer." She quotes.

"What's wrong with it?" I shrug.

"Delicious?" Jenny scoffs.

"It's not the best word." I admit.

"So get someone in your team to change it!"

"I am already on it Jenny." I assure her, shooting her a smile over my shoulder.

"Good." She snaps before whirling around and walking back the other way.

"Fuck sake." I curse under my breath. "Lucy I need you to chase the templates!" I call out to her as I pass her desk. "Eric needs them done by tomorrow evening."

"Tomorrow? That's a whole season's worth of clothing to detail!" Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head.

"I know." I mutter, shooting her a sympathetic look.

"Sav!"

"I'm sorry Lucy, this is out of my hands!" I reply, stopping and running my hand through my hair as I glance down at her. "We've got to get it done." I shrug, "I'll let you leave early on Friday."

"Okay." She relents and I shoot her a quick smile before entering my office and shutting the door behind me. Laying my head back I shut my eyes, cursing under my breath. I hate this job, I really do.

Christmas seems like a lifetime ago, already two weeks into January and no end in sight to the pile of stress that's mounting up at work. I already need another vacation.

My phone suddenly springs to life and I grimace before making my way over to the desk and picking it up.

"Tommy Ross, Savannah speaking." I greet, sitting back on the wooden surface.

"Savannah, it's Russell."

"Russell, hi." I greet with my well practiced fake customer service voice. Who knew that working in the diner would come in handy after all? "How can I help?"

"We've received the monthly report but there are only fifty words on it!" He snaps, "Is this a joke? Are we a joke to you?" He half laughs. Just great.

"Of course not Russell." I attempt to apologize, "I'm ever so sorry. The wrong draft must have been sent."

"It's talking about last month's clothes, not this month." He retorts and I shut my eyes in annoyance. This intern has one damn job.

"Oh." I reply, "Must be an administration error." I say, because let's face it, if anything goes wrong in an office that's what everyone blames. "I'll be sure to rectify it immediately and get the correct one sent across." I assure him, "My apologies."

"Hmph." He huffs down the line before it goes dead. Cursing I dial a new number and continue to hold my phone against my ear.

"Tell Sally to get in my office now." I order before slamming the phone down and resting my elbows on the desk, quickly wiping my hands over my face. Fantastic. Time to fire the useless intern. There's only so many times you can let them jeopardize your job.

Digging a chocolate bar out of my top drawer I quickly rip it open, biting a chunk off. I need some comfort food if I'm going to get through this without my voice cracking. Have you ever had to fire someone? Hell, it kills me to do, even if the person isn't interested in having this job.

The door suddenly opens and I glance up, eyes falling on the young intern, my mouth still full of chocolate. She doesn't even know how to knock.

Hastily swallowing I gesture at the chair across from me.

"Sally." I smile, "Please come in."

*~*~*

"Urgh!" I groan as I collapse back against the front door of our two bedroom apartment the next evening, Becky glancing over at me from the couch.

"Rough day?" She asks and I roll my eyes, dropping my bag on the floor and throwing the keys on the side.

"You have no idea." I mutter, walking into the kitchen area and opening the cupboard to pull a wine glass out. I'd managed to get the templates to Eric at five to nine, over three hours ahead of schedule. Lucy, the absolute angel, had been with me the entire time, proof reading and ensuring that the rest of the team was working on it too.

"You should leave that place." Becky replies.

"One day." I assure her, grabbing hold of the red wine and pouring myself a glass. "Do you want one?" I ask.

"Already ahead of you." She grins, holding her own glass up. "Sounds like you need a movie night."

"I do." I smile before taking a large gulp out of my glass.

"Let's do it." She grins and I nod, making my way over to the couch, shrugging my blazer off as I go. "Eric still a bastard?" She asks and I nod.

"I think he gets worse every day." I snort and she laughs.

"He literally joined five years ago and now he thinks he's the damn boss of everyone." She shakes her head.

"He kind of is though."

"Hell no! Tommy Ross is the boss." Becky argues.

"Well, neither of us have ever met him so..."

"I bet he's a dickhead." Becky snorts.

"Probably." I laugh, "How's your work going?"

"Nowhere." She mutters, looking down at her feet.

"Bec..."

"No really!" She cuts me off, "I haven't found any inspiration. How am I supposed to design clothes when I have no ideas." She moans before taking a big gulp of her wine.

"It'll come to you." I assure her, gently nudging her shoulder.

"I sure hope so or I'll be living on the street soon." 

"No you won't." I scoff, "I would never let that happen."

"That's cute but when Eric fires you we're both in the shitter."

"I'm not getting fired!" I giggle, "He relies on me too much." 

"Sounds about right." Becky grins, sitting forward and crossing her green pyjama clad legs. "Idiot doesn't do anything himself."

"Today I saw him watching YouTube for three hours in his office." I scoff.

"Maybe Tommy Ross will actually come in one day and see that he's a lazy shit." Becky grins at the thought.

"We both know that isn't going to happen."

"A girl can dream."

"Sure." I smirk.

"Hey!" She objects. "My dreams always come true." She argues, "Haven't you seen that Chris and Polly are in Brazil now!"

"I thought they were in Argentina?"

"Apparently it's on to Chile next week." She points out.

"Anyway, what's your point?" I laugh, coming back to the conversation.

"I had a dream that he would leave me alone." She shrugs, "Now he has."

"You are ridiculous." I chuckle, shaking my head.

"My dream came true." She giggles and I lightly smack her on the arm.

"That is not one of your dreams coming true!" I retort, "That is just two people who had a one nightstand, and then couldn't stop."

"Urgh, they literally destroyed the integrity of a one nightstand." She grimaces, sitting back and downing her entire glass.

"I think it's called catching feelings." I correct.

"You don't go into a one nightstand and then decide the next day to keep talking!" Becky groans, "That's where they went wrong!"

"I think they're happy." I point out and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm happy for them." She shrugs, "I really am." 

"But you're angry about how they got together?" I question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Yes!" She exclaims, "It can no longer be classed as a one nightstand because it wasn't left there." She shakes her head, "Oh no, that was their first date!"

"Their first date was the sex they had in a shared college house?"

"Yep." Becky nods, "Sounds like a perfect first date to me." She grins.

"You're gonna catch feelings one day." I snort and she shakes her head.

"As if!" She chuckles, "What should we watch?" She asks, jumping up and walking over to the TV to grab the remote.

"I don't know." I shrug, "But we need snacks." I pout, grabbing hold of the blanket off the back of the blue couch.

"Damn right we do!" Becky grins, "It's a good thing I went shopping."

"Did you get..." I trail off, eyes wide as I look at her with excitement.

"Popcorn?" She asks, "Yes."

"I love you!" I squeal as she laughs, falling down beside me and pressing the button to turn on the TV.

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