Chapter 10: Enhanced Switches
"Hey man! Could you take this to Stack Room 12? Someone must've mistaken it for this designer."
"Sure thing."
He went to Room 12 and looked at the folder, locating the chronological place of the outfit. He hanged the outfit when he noticed an outfit that wasn't located in the compilation. He removed it from the rack and went back to the former stack room.
"Hey Mack! This was in Room 12, but it wasn't in the folder. Could you look it up if it's there?" he held out the outfit as Mack looked for the design.
"Oh bloody hell! You're right! Let me take that," Mack placed the outfit on the rack. "Thanks."
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"What!"
"Yes Mr. Hiiragizawa, but I didn't know how it happened!" the employee nearly stammered in fear.
"Let me analyze it for you, Ms. Margaret," Eriol tried to control his dwindling patience as the girl broke the news. "As you picked up the designs, the other girl must've had gotten our design, therefore completing her own compilation. However, she called you and gave you the design on the floor because she thought that yours wasn't complete, knowing that each presentation should have two hundred creations. Unfortunately, it turned out to be their design. Now if you'd please give me the folder, leave this office and I'll see what I can do," Eriol heaved a heavy sigh. "I'll be giving you another chance. I'll inform you when I've found who has the outfit, then you look for the dress and return it to our stack room."
"Th-thank you S-Sir," the girl then left the office.
As Eriol returned to his seat, he opened the folder and looked for the design, this nearly gave him a headache. As he browsed through the pages, one design caught his eye. As he studied the drawing, he was hit with a sudden realization. I know this, he smiled as he observed the drawing, but who- he caught his breath as his eyes landed on the signature of Tomoyo. His eyes widened in shock, as he couldn't absorb what he took in. "Ms. Collins, please send for Margaret. I have something for her to work on."
"I'm sorry Sir, but you had a call from Mr. Gaultier. It's about the account you've been waiting for, and you said you couldn't waste waiting anymore," the secretary said in the phone. "So I booked the restaurant you said you two were going to meet. I also informed him about it so he agreed to be there in fifteen minutes from now."
"Drat!" Eriol spat. "Alright, I'll be going."
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"Hey Sakura, wake up!" Aichi shook her slightly. But Sakura just stirred a bit and mumbled about something about Touya knocking too loud.
"You're going to be late for the convention," Aichi simply said causing Sakura to fall on the floor and created a hysteric scene of being caught among the sheets.
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"And to officially open the first-ever Global Fashion Convention, here is a simple presentation from the Spanish Dance Troupe."
"Oh! They're going to do the flamenco!" Sakura exclaimed amidst the applause. They silenced themselves as the dancers in the traditional Spanish outfit started stomp rhythmically.
The day went by smoothly. Sakura had a lot of admirers asking for her autograph and Tomoyo had her occasional glimpses of Eriol.
All in all, the first day of the three-day convention wasn't bad.
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Nothing significant had happened during the second day except for a few things that shouldn't be left out.
Sakura had to be dragged away from her admirers in order for the official photographers to get a good shot of her profile together with the other models.
Aichi still had that occasional worried state of mind. She nearly made enemies of every worker because of her crabby behavior.
Tomoyo still had her occasional glimpses of Eriol. But she spent most of the afternoon apologizing to the workers in behalf of Aichi and chastising her executive.
All in all, the second day of the three-day convention wasn't bad.
