TWO YEARS LATER
CLEO'S POV
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"I need what?" I ask baffled while my assistant stands with her knees pressed together, "There's a gala that you need to attend in New York tomorrow," her chin wobbles as she stresses, "Mitsy, breathe." I smile as I get up from my desk, "It's okay," I calm her. When I met her in a cafe, working for low income and I saw her fiddling with everything while she took orders. Even though she was nervous, she took the orders with determination to do good and when she asked if I needed more coffee, I offered her a job. That was a year ago when I just had my first runway show with the clothes I designed and made, today we are big and no one knows who I am yet. I get invited to places and I always say that I sent myself, I don't want anyone to find me. I'm finally fr
