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Her life had changed overnight. Who would have thought that she would become the CEO of Calvin Klein?
No, she may not have even thought about it, but it was so.
She was in New York, it was a dream.
The building was huge and just entered already noticed how fast they move people.
She sets foot in the entrance hall and a girl approached to her.
"You must be Rachel Berry, the new CEO. I'm Alison and in theory I should be your assistant", the blonde girl reached out and Rachel responded immediately to salute.
"It 's always so hectic?", Rachel asked, looking at the people go back and forth in lit corridors.
"Yes, indeed now it's all too quiet. At ten o'clock there will be a photo shoot of underwear and in no less than two seconds, you will unleash the true chaos", the blonde said with an extremely reassuring smile despite what was happening around. "I'll take you at Mr. Klein's office. He is waiting anxiously.", she added making her way to the glass elevator.
When the lift stopped on the last floor, on the way, Rachel stopped to observe all the details of the various rooms: the blue walls, the pictures hung mindful of the successes, the relax room with many sofas, organized reception. .. it was all spectacular, some offices had even transparent and automatic sliding doors.
Arrived at the luxurious office, Alison knocked on the door and ushered Rachel and then close the door.
The brunette looked around, she felt as small as a dwarf in comparison to all that she had in front of her eyes.
"Rachel!", the man exclaimed.
"Calvin! How long! ", the girl greeted him in against going towards.
"You're so grown up! I'm glad you're here", he sighed, answering embracing her.
"Me too, you don't know how made me happy to receive this proposal work", Rachel said, smiling tenderly.
"Oh, you'd better not say it so soon! There are many things to do ... you can't images. At ten o' clock, I think Alison has already warned you, will begin the photo shoot and I'd love if you were present so you begin to have an idea of how it works here", Calvin made her know and Rachel nodded vigorously.
"Of course, I settle my things and then I'll join you", she assured him, smiling.
When Rachel returned to the front desk, she folded back the blue eyes of Alison and approached her.
"Would you mind tell me where's my office? I haven't the faintest idea of how to move", she asked shyly.
"Sure, follow me", Alison professionally answered with her usual smile on her face and once she get up, she brought Rachel back to the elevator. She could lose in the corridors, they gave the impression of being a little girl in an amusement park. Quite disturbing but very exciting.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the elevator doors opened and Alison walked quickly towards the front door.
"That's your office", she motioned to start again by opening the door and this time accompanying her inside the room. When the door opened, Rachel couldn't help but be amazed.
Her office was bigger than the relax room and looked out on the bustling streets of Manhattan.
There was just about everything: leather sofas placed in a circle, the glass coffee table, television 43 ", a small fridge, a black desk that dominated the right side of the room with a mega computer, the great library where keep documents.
"Wow," was the only thing that came out of her mouth after looking around.
"Are you surprised? Mr. Klein wanted the best for you", her assistant pointed out in a proud tone.
"I don't thank you enough", Rachel declared conscious and Alison laughed amused.
She then approached the desk, holding up a small black agenda marked Calvin Klein in leather.
"This one will be able to serve you, you can find all the numbers that will be useful", Alison explained handing it to her gently and Rachel took it watching her admired.
"The number of vegan pizzeria?", Rachel asked in confusion observing a random number in the phone book.
"I entered it, I knew of you culinary preferences ... you never know", the blonde replied promptly and Rachel smiled grateful, really grateful.
"And this is my number. When you need me, call me without hesitation", she added, pointing to the page of the book and Rachel nodded.
"You're a very good assistant. How long have you been working for Calvin Klein? ", she asked curiously.
"Since three years and I thank you for the compliments ", Alison replied cordially. "Now excuse me, but I have to go at Francisco Costa's office, before he will have nervous breakdown", the blonde greeted her politely.. "See you in five minutes to the photo shoot ", she added with a smile and then leave the room.
In those five minutes, Rachel tried to fix all her things: the various pictures with her father and began to explore the computerized calendar.
"Oh crap" Rachel said, noting the amount of these commitments in just one day. Meetings, foreign travel, advertising campaigns, interviews. It was slightly a mess.
"Photo shoot in progress", the receptionist sound her back to reality. So she got up from her desk, picked up the phone and walked to the lower floors.
"Hey, there", Calvin whispered when he saw her emerge from the big red door.
"Sorry, I was lost in the corridors. Congratulations for the office, looks like an apartment", Rachel said, smiling and Calvin smiled back and pointed to a man.
"See that? He is Matthew Morrison, our photographer, the best on the field ", he pointed out, and Rachel nodded taking a mental note of what he had just said.
Rachel turned back, realizing the presence of Alison and leaned toward her.
"Are those the models?", she asked curious in a whisper as everything was moving around them.
"Yes, as of right, are Sam Evans, Blaine Anderson, Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray. The guys are new, the girls however have already posed for Fendi and Armani ", she explained accurately while Rachel also took note of this information.
"Hm ... interesting," she whispered then watching the guys. "I must say that they were born for this", Rachel added, noting the four pose for Matt, with only underwear.
"Yes! So guys! You are perfect!", the photographer shouted inciting them and walking to the right and to the left to capture the best angles.
"Ca..Calvin, can I ask you a question?", Rachel faltered and the man nodded. "These photos will end up even on the street?", she asked again, puzzled.
"Of course, millions of Americans walk the streets of our country and remember that advertising is the soul of business", he replied, pointing to obvious with a proud smile.
"I think there will be a surge of deaths from heart attacks", Rachel pointed out, raising her eyebrow. Alison just laughed at that remark.
In fact the whole situation seemed funny, her boss was so innocent and frightened for all that had the empire of Calvin Klein and she had the task of spinning makes everything smooth and easy the entry to the real hell.
"What do you think?", Calvin asked continuing to observe his models.
"Mother Nature has been kind and I think that this collection will have the success it deserves", she smiled but then turned the focus from the man's face when she felt the heavy look of someone settling on her. It was taken just two green eyes, who reciprocated her look and Rachel blushed like a teenager.
"What did you say the name of that girl was?", the brunette asked her assistant without looking away from that wonderful show.
"Quinn, Quinn Fabray"
"So how did you like your first day at work?", Calvin asked once seated at the table of one of the most luxurious restaurants of Manhattan.
"I was pleasantly surprised. Well ... I was not expecting so much warmth", Rachel replied, smiling tenderly.
"Well, if you put it like that ... I'd be glad if you became my personal advisor, Kevin agrees ... basically we need someone who gives off new ideas of young and talented and I think you do to our case", the man said to her, taking a sip of red wine.
"I would be honored, you don't know how much I'm anxious about you presenting me to the entire company", Rachel said, biting her lip with a worried expression.
"Come on, Rach! Don't worry, there will also Francisco who's dying to meet you ", he warned her and the look of Rachel brightened.
"God, I love all that Francisco creates! There will also be models? ", she asked curiously.
"Of course, they are an important part. Even if we should find another model, but I have no time to do the casting and sincerely even the desire", Calvin said puffing.
"My best friend is the main model of Vuitton and worked with the most important Italian brands. In a few days the contract expires, I can call him if you want. He's beautiful and he loves your jeans, even though he doesn't wear them", Rachel said advancing the proposal
"It would be one less problem because in a few months there will be a fashion show and we should begin the perfume campaign", Calvin said thinking about everything there was to do.
"Well, I'll leave you his number and I send some pictures in the office tomorrow", Rachel warned him resolute and then drink a sip of wine.
"What did you say his name was?" Calvin asked curiously. Rachel put the glass down on the table and gently wiped her mouth.
"Kurt Hummel"