SERENA

Today was supposed to be a good day, but Havoc being a havoc himself chose to totally ruin it for me.

When I had brought back the jacket and vest to Chanel, she had thought that Havoc wasn't in his private hall. She was in her office.

"Ma'am, he said I should make new ones...that he hates these designs."

Chanel looked at me for a moment, like she was trying to understand what I had just said.

"The president said that?" She asked.

"Yes." I didn't want to add the part where he threatened to make me lose my by job if I come late by Friday. That might...