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Xene remembered her days as an upstart. The hours upon hours that she had spent studying in Paris, working as an assistant to one of the most prolific and famous fashion designers in the world. Her gaze had followed every movement, observed every sketch, calculated on every single accepted and rejected design. She had planned Galas and runway shows with her own two hands and earned paltry praise despite their extreme success. Her reward had been an apprenticeship.
And she had continued to devour each and every lesson the older woman had taught her up until the time of her death. So it was no surprise at all that the young upstart had been named the new designer of the fashion company. Because while her mentor had been absolutely brilliant, she had also singlehandedly driven off every single person that had cared about her over the years. Her own children hadn't spoken to her in years and it had been assumed that they had had no interest in the company whatsoever. By age twenty-seven, Xene Mikaelidas had become the CEO and designer of the company she had spent her life following and then serving.
But her days as an upstart had long ended. That she didn't have time for things like fetching coffee or walking her mail to the mailroom. Of course, she was softer and kinder to her employees than her mentor had been, but she was under the same pressure to succeed. Not to mention that there was an intense desire to set herself apart from her mentor and change the direction that the company had been heading in. Brilliant her mentor was, but she had fallen behind the times in recent years.
Xene was going to change that, but that also meant she had to put together a team of people that were going to make her job easier, not harder. Of course, this had landed her in the news. The first thing the woman had done was let go of a number of people who had been lagging along in their positions for years. Some took early retirements and some just outright quit. It seemed cruel of Xene, but at the time she hadn't thought about it. After all, she had a business to run. That meant making the hardest of decisions.
Today's course of action was finding some consistent models. Men and women that would consistently be on-site for proper modeling of new designs and the like. Honestly, she'd been at it for hours and had found only a few women she was interested in and even fewer men. In fact, she was ready to call it a day when her assistant popped into her office, glancing about the empty room for a moment.
"Miss Mikaelidas. We have one more model here," she said softly, glancing back toward the waiting area. Then she seemed to mouth the words silently, "She's fucking gorgeous."
Lifting an eyebrow, Xene pressed some paperwork higher up on her desk, pushing herself to her feet in the same instant. Brushing her hands down her front to smooth her skirt and straighten her blouse, the woman came around the desk and toward the door. "What's her name?" Xene asked as she got closer.
"Eirini. I mean, Eirini Leventi," the assistant said quieter when Xene was close enough.
Waving the woman off, Xene stepped through the door, searching the waiting area with bright eyes. Letting her gaze land on the fabled stunning woman, Xene but a smile on her face, approaching the other woman with gusto. She offered her her hand, "Ms. Leventi," she hummed, "Its a pleasure to meet you. You're here for one of the modeling interviews?"
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Xene remembered her days as an upstart. The hours upon hours that she had spent studying in Paris, working as an assistant to one of the most prolific and famous fashion designers in the world. Her gaze had followed every movement, observed every sketch, calculated on every single accepted and rejected design. She had planned Galas and runway shows with her own two hands and earned paltry praise despite their extreme success. Her reward had been an apprenticeship.
And she had continued to devour each and every lesson the older woman had taught her up until the time of her death. So it was no surprise at all that the young upstart had been named the new designer of the fashion company. Because while her mentor had been absolutely brilliant, she had also singlehandedly driven off every single person that had cared about her over the years. Her own children hadn't spoken to her in years and it had been assumed that they had had no interest in the company whatsoever. By age twenty-seven, Xene Mikaelidas had become the CEO and designer of the company she had spent her life following and then serving.
But her days as an upstart had long ended. That she didn't have time for things like fetching coffee or walking her mail to the mailroom. Of course, she was softer and kinder to her employees than her mentor had been, but she was under the same pressure to succeed. Not to mention that there was an intense desire to set herself apart from her mentor and change the direction that the company had been heading in. Brilliant her mentor was, but she had fallen behind the times in recent years.
Xene was going to change that, but that also meant she had to put together a team of people that were going to make her job easier, not harder. Of course, this had landed her in the news. The first thing the woman had done was let go of a number of people who had been lagging along in their positions for years. Some took early retirements and some just outright quit. It seemed cruel of Xene, but at the time she hadn't thought about it. After all, she had a business to run. That meant making the hardest of decisions.
Today's course of action was finding some consistent models. Men and women that would consistently be on-site for proper modeling of new designs and the like. Honestly, she'd been at it for hours and had found only a few women she was interested in and even fewer men. In fact, she was ready to call it a day when her assistant popped into her office, glancing about the empty room for a moment.
"Miss Mikaelidas. We have one more model here," she said softly, glancing back toward the waiting area. Then she seemed to mouth the words silently, "She's fucking gorgeous."
Lifting an eyebrow, Xene pressed some paperwork higher up on her desk, pushing herself to her feet in the same instant. Brushing her hands down her front to smooth her skirt and straighten her blouse, the woman came around the desk and toward the door. "What's her name?" Xene asked as she got closer.
"Eirini. I mean, Eirini Leventi," the assistant said quieter when Xene was close enough.
Waving the woman off, Xene stepped through the door, searching the waiting area with bright eyes. Letting her gaze land on the fabled stunning woman, Xene but a smile on her face, approaching the other woman with gusto. She offered her her hand, "Ms. Leventi," she hummed, "Its a pleasure to meet you. You're here for one of the modeling interviews?"
Xene remembered her days as an upstart. The hours upon hours that she had spent studying in Paris, working as an assistant to one of the most prolific and famous fashion designers in the world. Her gaze had followed every movement, observed every sketch, calculated on every single accepted and rejected design. She had planned Galas and runway shows with her own two hands and earned paltry praise despite their extreme success. Her reward had been an apprenticeship.
And she had continued to devour each and every lesson the older woman had taught her up until the time of her death. So it was no surprise at all that the young upstart had been named the new designer of the fashion company. Because while her mentor had been absolutely brilliant, she had also singlehandedly driven off every single person that had cared about her over the years. Her own children hadn't spoken to her in years and it had been assumed that they had had no interest in the company whatsoever. By age twenty-seven, Xene Mikaelidas had become the CEO and designer of the company she had spent her life following and then serving.
But her days as an upstart had long ended. That she didn't have time for things like fetching coffee or walking her mail to the mailroom. Of course, she was softer and kinder to her employees than her mentor had been, but she was under the same pressure to succeed. Not to mention that there was an intense desire to set herself apart from her mentor and change the direction that the company had been heading in. Brilliant her mentor was, but she had fallen behind the times in recent years.
Xene was going to change that, but that also meant she had to put together a team of people that were going to make her job easier, not harder. Of course, this had landed her in the news. The first thing the woman had done was let go of a number of people who had been lagging along in their positions for years. Some took early retirements and some just outright quit. It seemed cruel of Xene, but at the time she hadn't thought about it. After all, she had a business to run. That meant making the hardest of decisions.
Today's course of action was finding some consistent models. Men and women that would consistently be on-site for proper modeling of new designs and the like. Honestly, she'd been at it for hours and had found only a few women she was interested in and even fewer men. In fact, she was ready to call it a day when her assistant popped into her office, glancing about the empty room for a moment.
"Miss Mikaelidas. We have one more model here," she said softly, glancing back toward the waiting area. Then she seemed to mouth the words silently, "She's fucking gorgeous."
Lifting an eyebrow, Xene pressed some paperwork higher up on her desk, pushing herself to her feet in the same instant. Brushing her hands down her front to smooth her skirt and straighten her blouse, the woman came around the desk and toward the door. "What's her name?" Xene asked as she got closer.
"Eirini. I mean, Eirini Leventi," the assistant said quieter when Xene was close enough.
Waving the woman off, Xene stepped through the door, searching the waiting area with bright eyes. Letting her gaze land on the fabled stunning woman, Xene but a smile on her face, approaching the other woman with gusto. She offered her her hand, "Ms. Leventi," she hummed, "Its a pleasure to meet you. You're here for one of the modeling interviews?"