Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 80

Chapter 80: He Called Me A Mistake 

Brianna

The last few days have been the worst. First, Callan attacked Zaveri for hitting on me and that led to Bryce finding out about us. They led to them fighting so badly that they destroyed half of the house and each other's faces. The worst part about all of this is that my brother is so mad at me, he won't stop even speaking to me or look at me. I feel like I am in my father's house all over again, tip-toeing around a man because he is disappointed in me and pissed off at me. Because he was disgusted with me, but this time, I did do something wrong and he had every right to be mad about it. That made me even feel worse, as horrible as it is, I really was hoping Callan would reach out to me, just so he could hash out our own shit. He called me a mistake and those words hurt.

He stuck to his word and didn't check in on me after the fight or anything. There has been complete radio silence from him and from my brother. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went and stayed with Jane for the night before my interview at the new internship. I thought that would be a day I would celebrate with both Callan and my brother, I had been so excited for this and now everything feels spoiled and ruined. My living room decorations were destroyed as well as my relationship with both men in my life. I haven't felt this low in a long time. Jane is a doll and she did her best to cheer me up and amp me up for my first day at the internship. This is my dream and I can't let my emotion cloud this opportunity or my excitement over it. I deserve one good thing, don't I? Every time things go wrong in my life, I always question whether it was what I deserve. This passion for fashion was the only thing driving me through life for a long time when things were really bad. I want it so bad, I can almost taste it. I have my foot in the door ajd I just need to work hard and show Elizabeth Addams that she made the right choice.

Jane and I, after a long deliberation, had chosen my outfit for the first day. It was a mix between my clothing and hers and I made sure my make up was perfectly applied and that my hair was done. I was given the address to an office rented out of a commercial space, I wasn't sure what to expect from it until I arrived and saw for myself. It almost looked like a storefront, though when you walked inside you could see two desks, a wall of pinned outfit and design pictures, racks of miscellaneous clothes and shoes neatly in a row towards the back and a few occupant inside the space including Elizabeth herself. She was dressed in high fashion and I would expect nothing less from her. Again, with those thin lips, it always gave off the impression that she was somewhat displeased, but she greeted me neutrally, almost regal.

“Miss, Fletcher. Come in?” She waved me over to the desk that was clearly hers. It was pushed close to the left hand walk with a scattering of ripped out magazine pages across it.

When I approached her desk, I saw her eyes taking in my full appearance as I knew she would. It was what she does for a living after all.

“Callan had good things to say about you and I have taken a look at your portfolio. I was thinking of throwing you a few challenges today to get a feel of your designer knowledge, and how you piece together outfit looks.” That was the first thing she said to me.

Never spiked within me even though I love to do this kind of stuff. Still, it is only the first two minutes and she already wants to quiz me on something.

“Don't look so worried, have a seat and I will better explain what I would like you to do.” She waved for me to sit in the chair across from her desk.

It was a barrel back low chair and it was just randomly placed there. If I had to describe this office space, I would call it organized chaos. The walls were white but covered with images, I think she knows exactly where everything in her office is, though there doesn't seem to be order in the mess to an outsider like myself.

“I have pulled some different clothes and shoes and accessories back and am going to give you a few designer names. I would like you to create a look basee on each designer and what they usually represent as a brand.” She explained, I nodded along in understanding.

Every designer had their own flair and she is testing my knowledge on which looks would cater best to those brands. I think this is something I would do right, I only hope I can impress her.

“Go on then,” she waved for me to start.

I robbed my thighs android took a breath before standing up to start this little test. There were a lot of mix and match items, some I think were thrown in just to confuse me into choosing something that neither of designers she mentioned would even use at all. Still, I just let myself concentrate and not over think this. I know what I was doing here. She gave me a time limit but I didn't want the countdown to affect my decision, I just went in my own closet pulling something together. I felt pretty good when I finished above eight minutes before the timer would have gone off, she was already standing right behind me, observing my work before I even knew it. It made me jolt but I stepped aside for her to have a better look.

She said nothing for a solid minute as she eyed each individual item and I strung together to create this vision. It made me more and more nervous the longer she was quiet.

“Well, I think you did great, Brianna. You clearly know your designs well, that is good. You will need that if you are going to be working with me on some of my upcoming projects.” She said, a surge of excitement went through me.

I passed the test and because she mentioned work that sounds interesting already. We got to talking a little bit and she asked me some more questions about schooling and showed me some of her own work. She seemed impressive, she works by herself and she is not a small time woman, she has styled celebrities, been hired by different magazines to pull looks for different articles and things of that nature. She worked closely with a few designers and has done photoshoots and runways for them, it sounds like a dream come true for someone like me.

“There is something I didn't mention to Callan when telling him I would consider taking you on as an intern. That is because I wanted to speak to you in person about it myself and if I am being honest, it is also because I wanted to get a feel for you before inviting you to be my intern.” She began and it piqued my interest on where she was with this.

“I will say this first, if you would rather stay local, I do have friends who may consider taking you on as an intern but if you would like to launch your career, you would be smart to take my offer.” She dragged it out again.

“Which is?” I squeaked.

“I won't be in Port Harcourt for a while, if I took you on now, you would be expected to leave the city with me and work alongside me.” She replied.

“Where would we be going?” I was open to traveling back and forth for some jobs out of state. This isn't uncommon.

“I will be in London for the next five months, I have a variety of opportunities that just lineup with my staying overseas rather than coming back here in between. Now as I said, if you aren't comfortable leaving home for that amount of time, I will try to find you some kind of internship around here. But Brianna, you are being given a very rare and important opportunity.” 

Her words surprised me very much, I wasn't expecting her to offer something like that. I thought she meant that once a month, we would have to fly somewhere or something of that nature. Moving to London for five months? My thoughts went to my brother and how we only just reconnected and moved in together. He had gotten a bigger apartment so I could live with him and my second thought went to that dark temptation I shouldn't be thinking about. If Callan is serious about staying away from me, then would this be the best way to do it? He called me a mistake.