Ellen was pleased to get invited to work on the biggest fashion show in the world. When she got the mail, she jumped for joy and quickly accepted to be a part of it. She had given her assistant a break because she knew that after this meeting with the other team members of the planning committee, things were going to get hectic.
"Ms Everhart?" a woman who had a high, packed ponytail. She had a thin smile on her face. Ellen walked to her as she saw her name on the card that this woman held up.
"That would be me," Ellen said, walking to her.
"Oh," the woman said, looking her up and down with a judgy expression on her face. Ellen had hoped that the stereotype of people in the fashion industry being jerks was not true. "Let us go," she said, popping a balloon from the chewing gum that sh
