look over the details of the sponsorship and meet up with Benedict. See you on Wednesday, then.”
“Sure. Take Care.” And then she was gone in a whirl of yellow.
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Chapter 4
Sharon was overlooking the new designs for the dresses when Gary walked into her office. She turned around and smiled pleasantly at him. Gary slumped in a chair in front of her and looked haggardly at her.
“Hello, there.” Sharon said.
“Hi. How are you doing young lady?” He asked her.
“Same old, same old.” She said.
“Did your president boy contact you with the details of the sponsorship, Sharon?” he asked, looking concerned. Sharon shook her head.
“Not yet. He said that he will contact me today with the details so I’m just waiting for him to give me the green signal. He is the President, Gary; he can get me that sponsorship.” She said, confident on her belief.
“I hope that you are right and he doesn’t break your heart, Sharon. I don’t believe a man as wealthy as him would care for a small struggling designer like you.”
“He doesn’t need to know that I am struggling designer. He will help me scrape this fashion show, you’ll see.” Sharon said with positivity. Gary observed her quietly for some minutes.
“Are you in love with him, Sharon?” He asked. She raised her head and looked at him with a startled expression but did not reply. “You know you can trust me. I won’t spill out your beans on him.”
“Trust you? You are the one I trusted when I was dating that other guy from the bar and you told on me to my mother. I couldn’t sit down for weeks after she was done with me.” Sharon said. Gary and Sharon had been to the same school, same college and graduated from the same university. They have been fast friends since childhood and therefore, shared everything with each other. In this instance, Sharon had picked up a random guy from the bar when she was eighteen and dated him for quite some time. It was Gary who found out that he was a druggie and Sharon should stay away from him. When she didn’t listen to him, he had told her mother who had thrashed and slapped her until she couldn't sit and couldn’t cry.
“You know, we were eighteen year old kids back then. I’m sure you know what is best for you now.” Gary said, sheepish at what he had done.
“Yeah right.” Sharon said, as she turned the page and checked the design.
“So, tell me about your President guy. I’ve seen him on the television, he is hot. Did he kiss you yet?”
“Gary!” she said in warning.
“Ok, ok! I won’t ask your personal questions.” He said, grinning.
“Good, you realized that.” Sharon said. Before Gary could reply, her phone rang.
“Hello! Sharon Brown speaking.”
“Jake Michelson! Can I talk to you?” he matched her tone. Sharon smiled and glared at Gary. He scraped the chair back and left.
“Sure. How do you do, Jake?” she asked. After exchanging pleasantries, Jake opened the topic.
“Sharon, the place where you had initially planned the fashion show is downtown. Are you sure it is the best place to hold a show like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Jake. That was the best place in the budget we could afford. We have hundreds of employees working and their hopes and dreams are in this show.” She said.
“I understand. Let me propose something to you then. I own many hotels and galleries that are available for the selected date. If you consider them for your show, I shall get Benedict sign the sponsorship contract and fax it to you in half an hour.”
“Can I have a look at the blueprints of the buildings you are suggesting and the cost associated with it?” She asked, after a long pause in which she contemplated the pros and cons of such a deal.
“Of course. I am going to fax them to you right now.” He said and soon enough, her fax machine hummed and she was holding the blueprints of his gallery and hotel. She looked over the pictures, her imagination running wild