I'm In.

Chapter 1: How it all started.

***That woman is Ariana, she's so beautiful!***

- No, no, no! Somebody stop the bus! Please, the bus! - I yelled at the people on the bus stop while trying to run on my high heel ankle boots and carrying a pile of clothes and my portfolio.

The bus was gone, sh*t. A cab! I approached the street and stretched my arm calling a cab that was passing by the street. The cab stopped a few meters ahead and I got in, placing the pile of clothes, sketches, documents and other important things next to me while telling the cab driver the address of the Piscis Business Tower, where I worked.

Today I had a huge presentation for the Summer-Spring collection coming up. Piscis is an international clothes brand in which I started working three years ago. I started as a marketing junior when I was 21 in Argentina's Piscis Center, a year after - when I finished my fashion designer career - I got transferred to Brasil's Center as an intern in the design department to work there for 6 months. When I returned to Argentina, I specialized my studies in Management and Marketing and was offered a place as a design assistant in the Piscis's Center in New York.

I am currently 24 years old, living in a decent-sized apartment in New York, married to my job (although I still have a social life and am open to dating) and fighting for a promotion, or at least a salary rise. The job position is great, don't get me wrong: I do what I love, I'm learning lots of things still, I have access to important contacts that can boost my career in the future... It's an awesome job, but the pay not so much: it pays the rent and basic needs. Once in a while my parents send me some money to ease the pressure of the bills and stuff, even though I hate asking. But I can say I live comfortably as I admit I spend a fair amount on clothing (my passion), make up, accessories and other essentials for my living.

Anyways, back to the present situation, I started getting the money out of my wallet as we approached the building. I paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab, balancing all the things I had to carry in the damn boots. Bad day for wearing high heel boots, very bad day.

I entered the building and was saluted by Daniel - the doorman - and Lizzie - the receptionist - on my way to the elevator. I got in with a few workers and made small talk as we waited for each of our floors. As the elevator reached the eleventh floor, I wished the remaining coworkers in the elevator a good morning and proceeded my way to my office. It's actually a shared office with my best friend: Rachel.

- Morning Rach! What a caos will be waiting for us today! - I exclaimed as I entered the office. She was organizing her sketches and designs in her desk.

- I'm so nervous! I've done this a thousand times already but I seem to be always as nervous as the first time! - She squealed.

I laughed at the typical Rach reaction and left the office to search for a rack and a mannequin. Back in the office, I started to strip the clothes from their covers and placing them on the rack with hangers. Then I dressed the mannequin with the main, conceptual design and sat on my desk to go over my portfolio to check for any mistakes. At 8:50, we both took our respective hanger and mannequin and headed to the elevator. We went to the top floor, where the reunion would be held in the main conference room.

We were about ten assistant designers in the room, plus the actual designers, executives, visual merchandizing, marketing and management experts. Each assistant was assigned to a designer, I worked with Alicia. Basically, the designers created the collection inspired in certain themes and following certain tendencies with a bit of the assistants help, but the assistant's roll was actually to bring the drawings to life. Alicia took my opinion into account and let me decide sometimes the designs of the accessories or help her with the textures and patterns, which taught me a lot. Alicia was a 38 years old fashion designer,working for the company for more than 10 years, so obviously far more experienced than I.