Massie Block shuffled down the crisp white hallways as she tried to run in her four inch Prada stilettos and Marc Jacobs pencil skirt. Her curls bounced freely against her face as she gripped the stack of papers that was precariously balanced in her hands.
"Mrs. Block!" Chloe, her personal assistant, called out from behind her.
"Yes, Chloe?" Massie said, her voice tense. Chloe had been working for Massie for three weeks and she was still messing up her coffee orders and slowing her down as Massie rushed from meeting to meeting.
"Vogue just emailed me and their shoot in Paris is going to be delayed a week. Do you want me to send the fashion coordinator with the new pieces?" Chloe asked as she tried to keep up with Massie's quick pace.
"Yes, send Jessica. Now go get me lunch at Sushi Samba," Massie ordered as she slammed her office door shut in Chloe's face. The stack of papers in her arms slammed onto her desk with a thud as Massie sat down in her white leather office chair.
Massie knew that she was destined to be involved with fashion but she never thought she would be this involved. When she had taken out a loan from her parents to start her own line of clothing and open a store on 5th avenue, her family thought she had lost her mind. Massie chuckled to herself as she looked at the wall in front of her.
The entire wall was covered in bookshelves that held pictures and magazine covers. Massie looked at the framed pictures of her with the CEO's of Vogue, Glamour, and Seventeen magazines. She saw numerous New York and L.A fashion awards she had received as she climbed her way to the top. She saw pictures of her with James, her fiancé, who she met while living in London for two short years. She saw her diploma from Chelsea College of Art and Design.
After moving back to New York her junior year, she attended OCD High and then attended Chelsea College in London so she could be with James. College graduation felt like a lifetime ago but it had only been two years ago.
After graduating, she had moved back to the city and bought an apartment in Manhattan with James. It had only been two weeks after she graduated that she had started her own line of clothing. She wasn't one to waist her time getting lunch with friends and tanning on the apartment roof. No, there were important things to do.
In less than two years Massie B. designs had taken off in a storm. In the first year she had opened a location in L.A and improved the fashion of millions of girls all over the world. Her company had just announced two months ago, that they would now be shipping their products anywhere in Europe, Asia, and Australia. Her flawless personality and fashion designs had been featured in all of the haute couture magazines and everyone was dying for more.
In one week Massie would be shooting a cover of Vogue. It wasn't her designs that would be featured on the cover, but her. Besides being a designer, she had become a spokesperson for multiple charities as well as women's rights.
Massie felt her phone vibrate in quilted Chanel purse. She pulled it out and read the text message.
Alicia: Hey girlie! Were still on for drinks tonight right?
Massie grinned.
Massie: Of course! How could I forget our Friday night tradition?
Massie looked at her bookshelf one more time and now she spotted the photographs she hadn't seen before. These photographs were the ones that mattered. There were ones of The Pretty Committee at Massie's first fashion show, on the beach in Cabo, at fashion week in New York City, shopping in Milan, and getting drinks, their new Friday night tradition.
Some people just clique.
