My heart was pounding, and I prayed my legs wouldn’t give out. I ran home and grabbed all of my sketches from my desk. Running all around, I shoved papers into a folder and sprinted out of my room.

            “WOAH!” Jay shouted, as I almost tackled him to the floor. “What’s the rush?”

            “I have a huge opportunity to get my job back!” I squealed as I panted for air.

            “What? How?” Jay asked, fixing his uniform as he was leaving to go to work.

            “The chairman said that the collection was now my responsibility and I have to make sure it does amazingly well, or else I’m really fired and I'll get sued!” I squealed again with the biggest smile on my face.

            Jay stared at me as if I had gone insane, “….WHAT?!”

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            The designing sector were in a buzz. Everyone was helping each other with each of the designs. Even though I had brought over fifty designs with me, the collection was still twenty designs short. Adding that with all the disappointing designs already made, we had a long way to go.  

            Nights had passed and everyone was making little tweaks here and there. Even though everyone was working overtime, I stayed until 4AM each night; fixing the ugly prototypes and as well as designing more pieces.

            There were some who disliked the fact I had taken over, many of which wanted to quit because of it. They ignored and argued with every little thing I had to say. However, with the backing of Cindy, Jessi, Heather, and BoYoung, I finally got everyone to the same page.

            I furiously sketched design after design. But one day, I suddenly paused. I looked around, watching everyone hard at work. I felt my palms getting sweaty and a lump in my throat. The anxiety of whether or not I would make the collection successful was too extreme. I desired a good cry but was interrupted by Heather.

            “Hey, sweetie,” Heather said, passing me a couple more designs. “Here’s copies of the finalized outfits so far. Half of the designers are almost done with the first half of the prototypes and are ready for the next set.”

            I looked up at her then down to the sketches. The feeling of anxiety slowly washed away somehow and then completely washed away when I looked back up to Heather. I finally smiled and quietly said, “Thank you.”  

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            BoYoung didn’t understand why the president would give HyunA another chance. She didn’t want to, but BoYoung always had to help HyunA whenever Cindy, Heather, and Jessi were around. BoYoung hated to stay past midnight to help save HyunA’s sorry , but she knew she had to.

            BoYoung looked up one night when HyunA and everyone else were hard at work. BoYoung wanted to stay angry but something bothered her to make her think otherwise.

            Even when the whole company wants you to leave, why are you still here? Why are you spending all of your energy to do this? Is it because of the money, or because of your pride? Wh