Micheal's POV
I stared patiently at the wall clock hanging on the wall of my office, watching as its hands ran in circles within the clock, ticking away the days before the bank would seize everything. These days, no one was interested in good fashion, they all wanted to wear something revealing, something enticing or go totally nude but that wasn't fashion. Fashion was more than just clothes, people fail to realize that clothes just like people have emotions, they create love, they create attraction, they are the reasons why people fall in love in the movies even in reality but yet no one cares about them once the job is done.
I sighed again, pacing around my office was becoming habitual and signs of wear and tear were already visible on the carpets. I was worried, my world was falling
