...screenshots and she had to be aware of her looks.
She grimaced at her silver belt "Well, that won't be a problem,"
She changed into a fake brown belt over her faded jeans and yellow shirt.
Edward said he didn't care what she looked like unless the studio was clean. He had a system of where clothes should be and how the rolls should be set up.
"Nope, definitely not OCD," She shrugged and munched on a bagel and coffee. Reading in between the lines on Mode Magazine.
She glanced at her old machine, things needed to change. She read the sales column skimming the new and improved sewing machine and her eyes narrowed at the price tag.
$5999.99
"What?" She scoffed, there was nothing a good sale wouldn't do. She glanced at Dinah making arrangements on her show glass case. She stayed up all night sewing.
"I'll be off I guess,"
"Have fun," She said firmly and Odetta smiled then stepped out and skipped waving a taxi.
She rested on the taxi window and the lights from other cars flashed on her face. As he drove past the buildings to her workplace.
"Thank you," She waved at the driver because he went the extra mile at the same price.
She pulled up her jeans and started for the building. She stopped at the crowd walking past and hovering around Tasha Singh.
"Whoa," She said and hung her workbag.
The front office was a tense environment, the staff were, calling, talking and exchanging papers.
A woman cried covering her eyes and her eyes popped at the ejection letter. Groping her bag to keep going.
It was close to 5 am and the office was buzzing like it was noon. She proceeded to the elevator and punched a button waiting.
One opened and she gasped at the crowd, only one emerged and she squeezed in waiting. As soon as somebody cut one loose, she planned to step out but the doors closed.
Ding!
She hurtled outside to the empty hallway, her foot swishing over the expensive blue rug. The glass double doors had solid metal handles and the M on them.
The Air Conditioners were in full function. Unlike the last floor, it was empty. She huffed and pushed through the wooden ones getting into the studios and replacing her bag.
She picked up a broom and realized that the studio was spotless.
"Move aside,"
She shifted at the janitor cleaning up. He tilted his hat down and pushed the heavy broom against the floors. He covered much on time.
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Nonya,"
She exhaled ignoring that joke. "I'm supposed to be working here,"
Clean meant no more fabric. Oh shit, she mumbled under her breath.
He laughed "Working where? Exactly?"
"Here, I'm a cleaner,"
He shrugged. "Big deal,"
"Excuse me?" She quirked an eyebrow at him and she tilted her head at his eyes. His head turned and he left the heavy broom in her hands.
He turned to leave "Suit yourself," He cackled.
Her eyes lowered to the script and loose fabric in his back pocket.
"Excuse me," She told and he waved her off.
Odetta gripped the fabric but the paper also fell off. "Wait,"
She stumbled in an attempt to catch it and rushed to the hall. He had disappeared.
Her shoulders dropped and she flipped it open and gasped folding it back up with dread.
"Why would Edward be so careless?"
***
The man would be skipping his way to the last floor by now.
She went over to check on the closets and found a heap of mess in the smaller room. "What else was in there?" She asked picking up the piles and diving selecting the good ones and securing the rest to throw away.
She dragged the rest of them to the dumpster and took notes of the janitors working in Luxe Textiles.
He had thin nape-length hair and a goatee. She didn't see his eyes.
She watched out for them on her way and hurried down the steps calling. "Danica better gear up,"
She would have to break the news some other time. She took her pile and went home.
In the drive, she checked her last email from Edward.
8:00 am prompt.
*Looking forward to it.
She texted and replied.
_Danica, we'll RV at Harley's Street and do a changeover, there.
_Alright Miss Stareyes, I'll be right with you, Miss Stareyes.
_Don't rub it in.
She rolled her eyes and climbed down taking her stash with her.
Caroline let her in and she did her make-up and set her hair in place.
She wore a white silk bell-sleeved blouse with coloured inkblot prints and nice fitting black pants. She liked the heels Caroline borrowed.
Her short, pink bell pepper hairpiece settled just fine and she wore small designer shades.
"I can't see in these,"
Caroline Duff was rich and she provided all she needed.
"These are prescription contacts, fashionable and effective,"
"Maybe I'm not used to them yet," She pulled down her blouse. "You think he'll recognise me?"
"Do you want to be recognised?"
"No," She held her short purse and Caroline pushed her outside.
"Goodluck,"
The chauffeur opened the door and she stopped short "Tah!" She said curtly to him and slid in.
Danica got in on a creasy chino mid-length gown with raised collars.
***
Meanwhile in the car,
"Are you okay?" She folded down her skirt and her press hat was poised on top of her black hair and he shut the door.
"Fine, I probably couldn't pull this off on my own," Odetta fanned her eyes and dabbed them.
Caroline sat back, "Save your gratitude, Olivia,"
She frowned "Olivia?"
"Yes, if anyone asks, this is your fake ID, Olivia Reyes, Latina American, you just moved from Kankun to Durham to start a new life and boost your platform and brand which worked. You are twenty-six years old and you have an MBA in Fashion Designing,"
"Isn't that too much?"
"No, you are Olivia Reyes. I have earphones that'll help us communicate,"
She took one and placed it on her ear "Got it, what else,"
"You are Christian and all the sorts, you've got a good thing going and you don't tolerate animals,"
"No?"
"We had an issue about your pet, Peaches, she's not nice at all. So is Edward,"
She leaned on her hand while Caroline explained the details and passed her a cup of latte. "I appreciate you,"
"We have a warehouse that will generally supply any fabric you need,"
"I've been_" She closed her eyes. "Nevermind,"
"What is wrong with your eyes?" She pointed and Odetta had the impulse to reach in.
"The contacts, _"
"Miss Stareyes, you made it,"