Carmen was in a studio. Wait scratch that, not any studio, her own mother fucking studio! That’s right, on her own floor in the building. Holy shit, she couldn’t believe this. Suddenly a man, obviously gay, walked in. “Hi, I’m Michael, I’m here to be your assistant.”

“Hello Michael,” Carmen says, smiling at him, he seemed nervous.

“Anything you need for me to do for you? Your office will be set by tomorrow afternoon.”

Good, umm, can you find the list of people who I have wanting to work with me, contact them and appoint me meetings with them for the next two week please.” Carmen orders, trying to get into serious mode. Michael smiles and exits the studio. Carmen looks around and sighs, she couldn’t believe this.

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As the week goes by, Shane and Carmen find themselves hardly sleeping, so busy with their jobs, unable to see each other for more than 5 minutes at a time.

Carmen was busy making phone calls, talking with business partners, celebrities who wanted her to work on their album, it was crazy. Every once in a while, when her mind wasn’t in complete chaos, she’d let herself wonder to what Shane was doing, and if she was thinking of her.

And indeed Shane did think of her, every moment. Using her as support for the task at hand. Shane worked hard on these 5 outfits, putting a part of herself into it. There was one, that she made especially for Carmen, thinking of how beautiful she’d look with it on. Or off… Which lead them to where they were now, end of the week, without any time for communication other than one phrases. Leaving no time at all for them to make love. It was hard for them now, but Shane knew that once she got Laurens response, whether a yes o no, would lessen some of the stress.

Shane was beginning to grow impatient, today was the day. She saw two men sitting to each side of her, obviously designers, wearing everything that was ‘in’ now, Shane couldn’t help but chuckle, they looked ridiculous, and they are definitely trying too hard.

Lauren called all 3 of them into her office, which was located in the top of a large building towering up in the city.

When he 3 entered, each noticed their own designs hanging in a way to be displayed.

“So, I’ve made my decision.” Lauren starts, getting straight to the point, this had already been a waste of time, “Shane, congratulations, you are the lead designer for the magazine.” Lauren says, as all 3 designers stand their shocked.

“I don’t understand!” screams one of the men in an absurdly fake accent.

“Look please, I’ve made my decision, please go.” Lauren says, these guys were like a lot of designers she saw in the business. Only care about money, not about putting things out there, not about the quality of their work. No, just what sells.

“Wow,” Shane said, not expecting to have been chosen.

“I suggest you speak with your friend umm, Chase, to tell him of you’re no longer be working there.”

“Yes,” Shane says, she’d already talked with Chase, and like a friend, Chase had supported her even if he was left without a hairstylist.

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ll have to have the magazine ready in 2 months.”

“Okay,” Shane says, ending their business talk. They sit and chat for another half hour just about the regular things, which since the business proposition, hasn’t happened.

Shane ended up saying good bye, already late night because of the late meeting. She went home, to find Carmen asleep on the couch, laptop open on her lap. Shane removes the laptop, and then picks Carmen up, holding her safely in her arms. She takes Carmen to their room, placing her lovingly in the bed, then spooning her from behind, missing her wife’s touch, Shane closes her eyes, reveling in the warmth of her wife as she drifts off to sleep.

Random question: What should be the magazine’s name, I’m at a stump on this one.