"That was brave of you." Lindsey turned to Angie, who was sitting quietly on the passenger's seat.

"I didn't expect to be that calm either. But-- There was something--" Angie's voice trailed.

"Peculiar?" Lindsey finished the thought.

"Yeah. Peculiar. Odd. It was bizarre in that place," she added, fiddling on her hands. She sighed and looked out of the window.

"Did you feel it too?" her friend gasped, glancing towards Angie, who was deep in her thoughts.

"Yes. I saw her talking to someone, but I didn't see anyone else when we were there. Strange and creepy, isn't it?"

Lindsey reached out her hand to Angie's. "Let's call it a day. You still have to rest for tomorrow." She smiled, attempting to change the topic and said, "Excited?"

"Yeah!" Angie gave a big sigh. She straightened her back and smirked at Lindsey. "I am going to kill it."

"Hahaha…" they both laughed. "That's my girl," Lindsey reached out and pat her hands.

Buzz! Buzz! The sound of the alarm echoed around the room. As the four walls were enveloped with the warm glow of the sun. Angie extended her arms, fumbling for her phone in her pink PJs and eyepatch. She rose up and proceeded to the shower. She strolled to her walk-in closet picking a yellow flowery dress, dabbed some makeup on, and twirled around the mirror. She held her chin up, tossed her hair, and the dress trailed behind her as she closed the door to her room. She went down to grab her lunch and headed outside for that bright autumn day.

The sun came up to a point where she can see the vibrant colors of the trees and leaves. The smell of the ground and fallen leaves tickled her nose. The birds were chirping and flapping around her. Angie hailed a cab in front of their house. She hopped in, making her way to Boutique La Prague. "This is it! My first day at work! I am finally back."

When she arrived, the office was bustling with employees as she clocked in at precisely 9 am. Tiffany escorted her to Lindsey's office, who was talking to one of their staff. She beamed at the sight of her. "There you are!"

"Yes, I am here, Madam," she winked, "reporting for duty." Tiffany excused herself, leaving Lindsey and Angie by themselves.

Lindsey went through the duties and responsibilities of her new role. Boutique la Prague's vision is to rebrand into the House of Prague, opening doors for both mass-market and haute couture. Given Angie's background, she was assigned to handle VIP or haute couture, which they will launch during the Spring of 2020. But Lindsey also wanted her to share the best practices on how they can also make it into Fashion Week in Paris and Milan. Angie was assigned to be the head designer of their VIP collection, on top of the two existing lines they have in the market. Most of which catered to the mass market with their unique metro look fused country and boho. They have always hired clothes designers, and it will be the first time that they will hire a fashion designer to cater to the elite class. Angie knew that there's a significant weight on her shoulders, and she doesn't want to disappoint her friend.

They went around the office together. Angie was introduced to the other clothing designers for the mass market and kids section. Designers assigned for the mass market were divided into 2 teams handling spring/summer and autumn/winter collections. They were under Christine and Jamie. These designers have been with Lindsey for nearly four years and had been competing for the VIP designer position. They were hoping to snatch the spot after spending countless hours being mentored by Lindsey. They never anticipated that she will be hiring an external candidate for the post.

"Hey, girls, what are you up to?"

Christine and Jamie stopped chattering as they looked at Lindsey, "Hi, Lindsey. How's Paris?" speaking in unison as if they were dolls suddenly turned on.

"Great as always. And you know who will I bring with me next time, right?"

Both girls stood up at the same time, nudging each other as if trying to claim the throne.

"For us to get there, I have hired someone who has been there and done that. She stood aside. I am sure you know her, right?"

The two girls forced a smile as they looked at Angie.

"Good morning," Angie spoke first.

"Good morning Madam A," they said in unison. Angie has been dubbed as Madam A in the fashion world because of her classy, austere, but bossy nature. She was respected but feared in the industry. As revered as she was, jealousy and hatred were not far off. And even now in her new workplace.

"This is Christine," pointing to the brunette petite girl, "and this is Jaime," turning to the blonde girl standing next to Christine.

They both smiled curtly to Angie, but she felt something peculiar with both girls. A sight that is no longer new for her as she had laid eyes and talked with too many people with ulterior motives visible to people with 3rd eye on it. She knew that she was walking on thin ice, and a wrong move will give them the utmost satisfaction to break the ice for her. But she was nowhere near to being intimidated by what she saw. Eyes were lurking around her, but she was more intimidated by what she saw right at that moment. She had gone through a lot in her life to remain undaunted at scrutinizing eyes who had passed judgment even before they met her.

Then she met Michael, who is relatively new to the company as her, who was in charge of the kid's section. He reached out for her hand, squeezed slightly, and smiled. There goes someone who I might be able to work with. Angie thought. Unlike the two other girls, he strikes as someone who doesn't care about the things around him as long as he was able to execute and deliver. Lesser drama, lesser stress. She reached out her hands, clasped his, and smiled.

Angie always strikes on a tough facade that not anyone can quickly break-in. In her vulnerable state, when she was blinded, she hid from the entire world so they can't see her weakness. And now that she has her eyesight back, in spite of the bonus thing that came along with it, she knew she had to go back to her old self. No one can bring her down, and she has waited far too long for this comeback. With her chin held up, she smiled at the girls as she said to herself. Watch me. Let's do this!

"Okay, everyone. I will see you at 10 am for the meeting. Michael and Angie, please follow me to my office." Lindsey announced, clapping her hands, signaling everyone to go back to their work except for the two. Michael and Angie smiled at each other while Christine and Jaime exchanged a sinister look.

"Lindsey, I will follow you. Let me just grab a few things with me," Michael dashed off to his workspace to get his sketches, samples and coffee tumbler which he can never live without.

Angie and Lindsey marched to her office as they sat in silence, waiting for him. Lindsey was going through her paperwork, and Angie was browsing through the catalog when Michael walked in. "Okay, have a seat. I called both of you to announce that you will be working next to each other for the winter collection, focusing on the children's apparel. Rather than the trendy ones, I'd like for us to go classic on this collection. Michael, please help Angie transition to our ins and outs in the company. You will learn a lot from her in terms of creating a unique brand. Angie, I am sure you will also learn heaps from Michael. You can ask him anything about the company and handling young customers as you transition to your new role here. I will be giving you 2 assistants, Cris, and Amy, who will be helping you from here on out," handing them both identical folders. "I have there the pictures of the pretty little girls who will be your model." Both of them started browsing through the envelope. "By the way, they will be here this afternoon for fitting. Michael has also created some samples, and perhaps, Angie, you can give your feedback and find ways to make it better."

The rest of the day went by as Michael and Angie worked hand in hand to finalize the collection. They also started sharing some sketches, using Angie's existing ones to create a miniature version of it. "To be honest, I have never collaborated with any other designers, let alone someone who designs for kids. But I love it," she said those words as she picked up a few of the fabric swatches on the table.

"Thank you. The pleasure is mine. I have heard a lot about you. And I was excited when Lindsey told me that we will be working together."

They both have lunch together to catch up on a few things that Angie needs to know about the company, such as procurement, suppliers, etc. The hours went by fast. At 1:00 pm, the little girls started arriving in the workshop as Angie and Michael got themselves busy measuring and fitting the clothes to their charges. One girl stood up from the rest, she has blonde curly hair, blue eyes, dimples and cute freckles under her eyes. Unlike the other girls who were all playing around when not being fitted, she sat on one chair patiently waiting, her eyes roving around the busy workshop.

Angie approached her, "Hi, you must be Hana." She looked up and nodded her head. Angie grew fond of her the moment she saw her. There's something in her eyes that captured her at the very instant. She saw herself in the little girl that's sitting next to her. She was determined to give her the best dress for the fashion week that could showcase the inner diva in this adorable child.

The day passed swiftly, and Angie began to pack her things to go home. The rest of the guys were going out that night to celebrate Christine's birthday. But she was just too tired to go with them. Her exhaustion from yesterday's trip just ebbed in. Considering that they traveled halfway in the country. All she wanted was to go home, take off her clothes, and soak in a warm bath to melt her worries away. On top of this, she saw Christine and Jaime elbowing each other, and Maria shooting them a fierce look when they invited her over. Office drama was not on her to-do list, so she just smiled and let them off.

Angie was reasonably satisfied with what happened today, being able to get out of her comfort zone and to start working on children's fashion. And so she laid her head down on her soft silky pillow on her queen size bed. She closed her eyes and let her dream come to life.

In her dream imagine this girl, the same girl that she met, a girl walking on the street with her mom but when she turned around, she and the mother was gone. She was wearing a red velvet dress that she just designed earlier that day. Darkness suddenly surrounded her, and the drifting clouds slowed to a halt, covering the once bright sunlight. Rain starts to drizzle on her head, and she saw the little girl in a panic. She looked here and there, left and right, but her mom is nowhere to be seen, and she has no one. In the corner of her eyes, the little girl started running towards the pedestrian lane to the other end of the street. Her hands were wiping the tears on her eyes. All of a sudden, a huge truck came rushing in. Everyone heard a loud thud.

The truck stopped, and everyone on the street came running through the wheels of the car as if they were phantoms of a memory. The girl was unmoving. The rain never let up. A puddle of crimson red was flowing from the huge wheels of the truck.

Angie sat up with a panic reminiscing of the little girl in the dream. She panting and breathing heavily. She tries to recall the weird nightmare that she had. It's just a dream. A bad dream. It was just a nightmare. There is nothing to be worried about, it was just a dream. ...Just a thought, thankfully, it was just a dream. Yet for some reason, she could not go back to sleep.

Angie went down and got some milk from the refrigerator, put it in a cup, and heated it in a microwave oven. She stood next to the stove, wondering what that dream could have meant or...perhaps it was just nothing.

She might have adored the little girl she met earlier in the morning. What is disturbing, though, was dreaming about the same cute girl going through a disaster. She killed the adorable girl in her dreams. Nothing can be more morbid than that.

How she wished it could have been different. That she saw her in a pleasant, wholesome dream.

She drank her warm milk, and soon, her eyes were dozing off, and her bed was practically calling out for her. She laid down on her bed, wore her eye mask, and clapped her hands to turn off the lights. She felt the effects of the warm milk on her consciousness and let her eyes wander off to dreamland. This time, she didn't see the girl, but instead, she saw a man standing with his back facing her. The place was dark, and everywhere there's fog. One can barely see what was out there in the open. Just like an eerie night where a ghost or zombie propped out of nowhere.

From out of the blue, a group of men suddenly appeared behind the fog. They were all rushing to the man who was a few meters away from where she was standing. Soon after, the clouds descended on the mob of men, obscuring everything. She could not see anything. All that she can hear are bangs and thugs followed by moans and curses.

When the clouds dissipated, the thugs were gone leaving a lifeless body by the sidewalk swimming on a paddle of blood. She swallowed hard, her heart beating a hundred miles a minute, and tiny hairs stood up all over her body. Crouching next to him, she tried to peek, careful not to touch any of his body parts. But she couldn't see his face. And as she drew nearer, a cold breeze brushed by whistling through the night. A sea of cloud descended on the unconscious man. When the cloud disappeared, so was the man.

The next day, Angie woke up with a throbbing pain on her head. Despite this, she stood up, not allowing anything to beat her up. No physical pain can ever stop her now. She has been through a lot, and it was not the time to stop.

Angie doesn't want to disappoint Lindsey and Michael. She wanted to prove to them that she's an asset. This was her long-awaited comeback in the fashion industry. And she knew that all eyes were on her, especially her detractors.

So she stood up, washed up, and dressed up a beige pantsuit accessorize with a red scarf and red Louboutin pumps. Pairing them with the final touch -- a limited edition Hermes bag. One can say she stepped out of the runway.

A woman of elegance and style -- that's what she was. And she wanted to bring the same vibe in their new collection, albeit for the kids. With no time to waste, she grabbed her bag and sunglasses ready to break a leg for the winter collection.

As Angie stepped outside of the house, she saw a guy lying near the sidewalk, on the pavement. Her muscle tensed as she came nearer to the guy. What if he was a criminal or worst, a ghost? The man was 10 meters away from where she stood. A few minutes later, while she was waiting for a cab, another car came along. The driver climbed down and picked up the man on the street. Angie hopped on the taxi, opened her bag, and took out her smartphone. Worried that she might see the same man again, she sent a text message to her mom, warning them about the drunkard who slept on the street outside of their house.

The taxi drove away. On the other hand, the man in the other car hopped out and carried the man lying on the pavement.

"Are you okay, Vince?" He said as he helped him in his car. "Oh, man! You better pull yourself together. I had to send Ashley off to work so she won't bug you here. "C'mon man, let's go home." He hopped in the car as Tony slid to the driver's side.

"Who is she?" Vince asked, peering through the rearview mirror.

"Oh! That's Hana. She's my boss' daughter, he had to run to a meeting and drop her off to a boutique nearby then I will bring you home after," Tony replied.

A few minutes later, they were in front of a red building. The half-awake Vince jolted on his seat as an electric shock flew through his veins. The back door opened as Hana stepped out, and a lady in the beige pantsuit held her hand stepping into the red building. He squinted his eyes, trying to protect it from the blinding brightness of the sun. Before they drove away, he saw the signage on the building, which says Boutique La Prague.