"Hey boss." A lady with shirt orange hair popped her head through the door.
"Yeah, Mabel." She turned, running her fingers through her disheveled bun, nearly pushing the pencil that rested behind her ear off.
"Someone wants to see you." Mabel made a mental note to get her a cup of coffee, it looked like she really needed it.
"A client?" She frowned, stifling a yeah that almost went loose. She couldn't remember making an appointment with any today or had she forgotten in her state of tiredness.
"No." Mabel smiled mysteriously, shooting her boss a teasing look. "If she was a client I would have remembered her," a dreamy look filled her big brown eyes, "can't forget such a pretty face." She fanned herself.
"Mabel." She snapped, slamming her hands on the desk which sent a few papers with sketches of clothing drawings falling to tje floor. She cursed, bending as low as her high waisted skirt would let her as she picked up the papers.
