Exhaling heavily, I lifted up the phone to my ear and tapped at a few buttons. A voice on the other end of the line burbled, filling the thick air of the office. As she mumbled on, I flicked through the papers on the desk until I can to the necessary leaflet. I stopped her from talking;
"Carly, I need you to get here asap. Coffee and my dry cleaning?"
"But it's my day off."
"And I want coffee"
She submitted to the task. They'll do the most undermining tasks to move up the ladder of fashion journalism.