I Didn't think I could love you.
Episode 79's
The car slowly exited the Mansion of young master Hazelo, passed through a high gate and then drove at a moderate speed through the city of Brazil towards a three-story building with the logo of the Walson Family.
Miguel Get out of the car, with his impeccable aura with a million authoritative makes the two security guards bow respectfully instantly.
Miguel went inside after security shifted the glass door and opened.
His strapping step through a row of classy clothes and sculpture that show off the beautiful work of the designer.
"Good afternoon sir" Miguel greeted a bow from the employees who worked there greeting him politely.
Miguel passed the elevator that led him to the third floor.
On the floor of this building is the best designer selection is underway, from thousands of registrants only three people who managed to enter this building and meet the first face to face with Miguel.
Door's open, man,
"Welcome brother." David said hello.
David is a famous designer who directly handles making Jas mihil young master, with his father who is also a designer under the auspices of the Walson family.
Miguel was silent, He stepped closer to the sofa. The three people who had passed the selection instantly rose to their feet when Miguel came, bowing to greet simultaneously.
"Good day sir."
Miguel did not reply, He headed for the sofa sitting there crossing his legs.
The atmosphere in the room of the building was instantly suffocating.
making the three men in front of Miguel interlock the lyrics sit back then.
the three designers who will get away with it will deal directly with making special clothes for young baby master Hazelo.
After a long selection process it is not easy to take the energy and mind and tired of course, beating thousands of other designers.an instant yawn as the three of them sat directly opposite to Mr. Miguel.
Who does not know Miguel, the man who always stands by the side of young master Hazelo Walson.
David approached Miguel, "Brother you're scaring them." He said then sat on the sofa.
Miguel saw the watch. A t sign
if he doesn't have much time.
Once the three participants understood what to do, they began to create various images.
Very tense because Miguel remained focused in his place.
Three participants and one of them is a woman who has just graduated her megister program as a designer. With the best grades from top universities in France.
While the other two participants were a man who notes Bene is a senior designer, even his name is quite famous in their respective countries.
Several hours passed, Miguel did not make a sound even though he had finished the cup of tea that David gave.
Dozens of picture papers had been piled up in front of Miguel. The tense atmosphere was suffocating as Miguel looked at the hard work of the three candidates.
Chest palpitations, hands sweat.
"Presentation."
Miguel's words made the three designers flinch.
The presentation? it's not on the list!!
They also did what Miguel ordered, two designers explained the details to the type of material to be made up of yarn and so on.
It was the turn of female designers who had just graduated from university, unlike the two men who had been well-known and senior.
His presentation amazed me.
"Make me one now." Miguel pointed to the picture lying on the table. His eyes were sharp and serious.
Miguel are you crazy?!.
Inner David.
"Good sir." The woman leaves the room with David. Before David got up from his seat, Miguel said.
"You have an hour."
"What,!!." David objected, trying to defend the woman."It's impossible to get the Blazer done in an hour!!." David was in his heart.
"It'll be 45 minutes." Answer the woman.
"You sure?." David confirmed.
The woman nodded then stepped out of the room.
"If you can finish it off I'm the first person who'll admire you." David walked beside the woman.
"Thank you "
David opened the door, a large glass-walled room containing hundreds of fabrics with limited edition soft textures.
Beautiful silk filled the room. It is heaven for a designer to see such amazing things.
The gold thread is neatly arranged in a transparent glass cabinet that seems to be dancing.
The woman was stunned, this is such an amazing collection.
David nodded. "This belongs to the lady, the wife of young master Hazelo."
"But I'm forbidden to touch that thing, only my Father's hand is able to make a dress for miss, My level has not arrived yet." David laughing.
David is so fun and familiar.
"Hurry up, you'll die if you're not on time."
"Good."
David watched the woman work, her glove-wrapped hands working professionally.
Until 45 minutes passed.
The woman rubbed the dripping sweat.
He sounded like he was saying something like gratitude.
"It's over, sir."
"Wow, Amazing."
"Thank you." she said softly.
"Where are you from? You've been using English since."
"I'm from Pakistan. Cannot speak like you. But if I get away, I'll learn."
"I support you, spirit!"
The woman smiled, then left the room with David to the room where Miguel was.
The door opened, The woman slowly approached Miguel who was looking at his watch.
"On time." Inner Miguel.
The woman put down the work she made, a Blazer for boys.
The two men who were candidates looked at each other, admiring in the heart the results of this woman's work.
Miguel was silent, paying attention to each stitch tendril making the atmosphere very tense.
The breath felt very heavy, David also pounded.
"Who's your name?." Miguel asked without looking at the question.
"Noorin."
"You're accepted." Miguel said as he placed Noorin's picture paper on the table. Noorin's blazer was placed on a pile of paper.
"Thank you sir." Bow respectfully.
Miguel did not wish, he was silent while leaving the room.
Noorin came out after saying goodbye, his friendly attitude made David and the two men who did not escape earlier wave at him.
"Congratulations, be good." said David.
"Thank you, please guide." A little bowing and then leaving.
Miguel stepped out of the building. He stopped when his name was called. A familiar voice in the ear.
"Miguel, wait."
"Viona.,"
"I'm here to pick up my cousin, I hear he escaped and you're the one who accepted. Thanks." Explain without being asked.
Viona is next to Miguel now.
Miguel did not respond, he continued to walk wide towards the elevator.
"He's my cousin, his name is Noorin." Looking up at Noorin who stepped in haste overtook Viona right behind Miguel.
"Replace your clothes,!" the tail of Miguel's eyes glanced at Noorin who was walking hastily right at his stripes.
Noorin's ears still worked well, very understanding if Miguel did not like the appearance of his large-clothed and all-enclosed.
"I don't want to!" he replied firmly.
Miguel stopped his steps.
Making a surprised Noorin hit Miguel's back.
"No human has ever dared to refute my orders!."
"Sorry sir." Noorin took two steps back, rubbing his forehead against Miguel's back.
"Quite pain" her inner.
He took a breath to speak in self-defense. " But these clothes, other than to cover my body, are the epitome of a woman's beliefs and principles. How much I respect myself." Noorin replied politely.
Miguel sighed, He was silent then continued in his footsteps.
Miguel's silence signifies he doesn't want to discuss her anymore.
