"Well, I guess I am very active with the fashion industry. I can follow up to fellow competitions and-"

"Mr.Nelson, if you really are updated in the fashion industry then you would know that my brand is being worn in the latest VOGUE magazine for the past three months."

"That's, not what I was trying to point out at all sir. I'm just saying that-"

"Oh, So you're changing your mind."

"No sir, but-"

"You can leave yourself at the door." He pointed out.

My chance. My only chance of achieving my dream. Is ruined.

I got up from the chair slowly walked to the door. I put my hand on the knob and turned it. I was about to open it, but I just couldn't.

I can't leave, I don't want to leave. My heart was racing telling me that I need to convince him. Just this once.

I removed my hand from the knob and walked back to his desk slamming the table with my palm.

"I might not be the most intelligent nor talented in this building. And the only reason I'm coming to you right now is because that I have a dream. It might not be big for you, for my friends, or my relatives. But it is for me, and I'm not gonna walk out here empty handed because I couldn't answer your question. But if you give me chance I might get things right. Just for a week let me try. And at the end, you decide if I should stay or not."

He sighed "Come here to my office tomorrow, 11:30 Sharp."

My eyes widened and I started smiling.

"Thank you sir," I nodded. "I won't let you down."

"Don't come to my office without a milk tea in your hand. I'll take any flavour except winter melon. Make it with extra pearls, and 25 percent sugar. And if you do forget it, I'm not giving anymore chances."

"Yes sir." I walked out the office. "Extra pearls, 25 sugar." I closed the door.