The itinerary also included time slots for fashion week that would be taking place in Paris that week and slots for meetings with fashion designers for possible collaborations with the brand. So, more fancy clothes. Looking over the whole thing, Qian Meng knew that she would get less than five hours of sleep every day.
At the end of the papers were two passes to fashion week, clipped onto the file.
Qian Meng smiled, feeling comfortable that most of her schedule was sorted out and she wouldn't need to think too much about what she was going to do or going to wear. With a relieved sigh, she took the file and slid it into her bag.
Finally, she was done for the day. The clock read seventeen minutes past midnight.
She was walking towards the entrance of the building when she saw a familiar car waiting outside. She stopped in her step, waiting for a little too long as she felt her gut twist. With a huff, she walked toward the exit with purpose.
