Hello to my dear readers ^_^  I want to wish all of you a happy Easter! So 
how’s the holiday with chocolates? Hehehe.  Here is chapter 3 of my fic, 
hope you have fun here. Here I need some of your help.  As you know that I 
started "A Vision of you and me" and "A Real Wedding Dress" almost at the 
same time, but the thing is that I can’t do both at the same time...so which 
would you guys prefer better? the first or the second? Please let me know, 
because I want all of you to be happy ^_^  Visit my site at 
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A Vision of You and Me
Chapter 3 --- Excitement
By: Neo-Queen Serenity
Editor: Twilight


	
	"Mr. Calt?  Mr. Johnson wishes to speak with you."

	Darien completed the last line of his design, throwing aside his HB 
pencil, and smiled up at Andrew’s personal secretary. 

	"Yes, Lucy.  What is it?"

	"Mr. Johnson wishes to speak with your right now, I shall escort you 
to the conference room." She smiled with a teasing wink.

	"All right, let’s see what Andrew’s got me today..." Darien lazily 
got up from his desk and followed Lucy out of his office.

	"Hey Darien."  Andrew turned around on his black leather office 
chair from inside the room.  Brushing aside a few blond bangs of his, he 
greeted his best friend. Andrew was dressed in a gray business suit with a 
dark navy tie pulled loosely from his neck, and the top button of his white 
shirt was open, due to the warm condition in the conference room after an 
early meeting.  His blond bangs naturally covered his broad forehead, 
reflecting the morning sunlight that filtered through the huge office 
windows in the largest room of his company.  He was holding a black ink pen 
carelessly between his thumb and index finger, rolling it back and forth as 
if he was in the middle of a very important decision. Andrew’s blue eyes 
were staring straight at the man who is also his college best friend.  

	"Morning, Mr. Johnson.  What’s up?" Darien called him by this last 
name, even though he knew fully well that Andrew preferred to be called his 
friend; like first name.

	"Andrew, please." Andrew smiled while correcting his employee. 

	"I was wondering, what made you change from calling me Andrew during 
our 4 years of college study, to such a dramatic turn into Mr. Johnson, when 
we’re still friends plus partner?"

	Darien shrugged his broad shoulder, a mischievous smile shining in 
between his blue pupils.  

	"Now sit down, I have some important matter to discuss with you."  
Andrew held out his right palm, indicating the chair in front of his desk.  
His desk was rather very large; flat, shining red wood.  To the left of his 
elbow, a laptop laid open.  Apparently, he was typing something in it before 
Darien had entered.  A convenient desk lamp located at the center part of 
his table and a tray made of brass contained all the documents to be viewed, 
was thrown to his left.  Few piles of paper work arranged randomly on the 
smooth surface of the wood with a couple pens and highlighters messily on 
them. 

	"You wish to tell me something?" Darien asked while sitting down, 
examining the empty conference room and then back at his friend.  To him, 
Andrew was more than an ordinary boss, he was also his best friend, a person 
who understood him and treated him with respect.  

	"Um...I think you probably aware that within a year, the most grand 
and exciting fashion show is to be held in Paris.  February of next year, 10 
months from now.  Many other companies like us and hundreds of designers 
like you are desperately grasping this opportunity to show the world of 
their talent.  Of course, in my opinion, you’re the most talented of them 
all.  To make use of this chance, first we need to advertise our company and 
design; then we need a famous model to represent our team during the show, 
and of course we need your fabulous design. Although advertisement is not a 
matter to worry about right now.  As the representative designer, I have 
thought about it for the past two weeks and finally came to a decision that 
you are the one.  The model, if we want to achieve our goal, we need someone 
famous and well known.  I guess you already know who I am talking about 
here..."

	"Serena Murphy." Darien finished his friend’s unfinished sentence.


	"4 million dollars or more, no matter how much it takes we need 
Serena Murphy.  I know it may be too expansive for us, but the effect will 
be well worth it.  For the most recent information I have, Hillary Fashion 
was willing to pay her 3.5 million.  I don’t really care, I put down 4 
million.  You know her, living for money only, I trust she would work for 
the company who pays her the most.  Who wouldn’t anyway... so now that’s 
settled.  Now, I need to confirm this is with Miss Murphy’s personal 
assistance, I believe we could schedule a meeting with her on the 20th of 
April.  I only hope that proud, newly raised star would kindly accept our 
offer."  Andrew appeared to be thoughtful.

	After a few minutes he started again. "Now we come to the conclusion.
 I want you to do the designs for Serena Murphy, of course, you will meet 
her face to face when the contract is signed.  Darien Calt, you have 10 
months now until the night of our show, I trust your taste and talent, our 
future and this opportunity is now depending on you.  Grasp this chance and 
go for it, I strongly believe in you."  

	Darien stood up, shaking hands with Andrew with all his might, 
appreciation, trusting were all his emotions at that moment.  He was 
touched, Andrew Johnson trusts him, and he’s willing to rely on him to do 
such a meaningful job.  

	Andrew got up from his chair, walking around the huge office desk, 
he began once more. "Another warning, we all know very well what kind of 
person Serena Murphy is and how she loves money, I was also aware that this 
is your first time meeting her.  Be calm, don’t’ worry, and never let her 
get you.  Just put your judgment and talent into what you are doing and I 
truly wish you luck and success."  Andrew placed his hand on Darien’s 
shoulder, squeezing it mightily, putting all his hope and trust into his 
best friend. 

	"Thanks Andrew.  I won’t disappoint you."  

	"You may leave now, don’t forget.  When the contract is signed, I 
will inform you of the meeting." 

	Darien got up and retreated back to his own office.

	Darien now sat excitedly on his couch in the little living room of 
his apartment.  *Finally, I can meet Serena Murphy personally.  I wonder 
what kind of person she is.  Proud of course, arrogant, and money lover, 
just like the newspapers had said.  Women... I bet she wouldn’t care about 
who’s really her designer, all she’s concerned about is that check she’s 
getting and the number of digits on it.  Silly, money could buy everything?  
Even happiness?!*  Darien had came home earlier that day, retired from his 
whole day of work and settled safely into the embrace of his cozy apartment. 
 He was so excited, to meet Serena Murphy must have been one of his greatest 
dreams.  Of course, thanks to Andrew who made this all came to reality.  
Yes, he had offered himself a lot of trust and respect.  

	Darien knew Andrew did this partially for him too, if the show goes 
on successfully, then they would be famous.  The designer who won the award 
in the modern Paris Fashion Festival, the designer of Serena Murphy.  He’s 
ready, ready to battle any kind of challenge and hardship.  Darien vowed 
he’d show all this talents and to fulfill his dreams ever from childhood.  
No he will never let Andrew down, he wouldn’t be disappointed.  The whole 
world shall know that he, he could be a winner, he could climb up to the 
peak of success.  As for his partner, Darien was very well satisfied.  This 
would be the first time of his meeting with Serena Murphy, he’d impress her, 
with his talented design amongst materials of silk and satin.  April 20th, 
15 more days from now, he will see the person he has been waiting for years 
to face. Isn’t this the day he forever dreamed of? Yet, despising all the 
magazine articles about Serena Murphy, Darien learned very well about her 
life and character.  But still, he still doubted over the famous yet 
mysterious woman, is she really what they said she is?  Or is he just 
another one who’s blinding over the lies of media?  Darien snapped back 
from his exciting imagination and backed himself to reality when his cat 
Luna jumped on his lap.
	
	Luna was an ordinary black cat, cute and very obedient.  "Meow, meow"
, a small voice purred, her eyes half closed.  Luna laid on Darien’s lap, 
nagging her back towards his palm, wanting some caress and attention from 
her dear master.  Darien smiled, now giving Luna his full attention by 
running his fingers through her smooth black fur.  He talked to himself, 
"Today is Wednesday, two more days of working.  I will get some idea about 
the dress and announce this good news to mother.  Oh mother, I should buy 
her a cake beforehand.  Saturday is her birthday.  She’s 52 now, how time 
flies, another year just passed me by..."


To be continued...