Would he fire me?

MIRANDA POV’S

I hissed loudly as I walked back into the changing room. Edwin was doing his possible best in getting on my nerve.

How the hell did I not look good in that dress? After spending hours just to pick such dress.

I know the dress was kinda revealing, but that was my signature dressing, i wouldn’t be complete without it.

“Ma’am we can just pick something else for you,” The worker said, and I felt like hitting her. Doesn’t she know the stress I had to go through just by putting on this dress. Darn it!

“Fine! Get me something else to wear,” I finally agreed.

The workers walked back to the huge range of dress, and they began searching for the PERFECT dress for me, while I sat down cursing at Edwin. That guy was just stressing my life. How the heck did whatever I put on got to be his problem? It's not like we'll be attending the party as couples. But rather as his personal assistant.

I scoffed the moment my phone ranged, not until I realized he doesn't have my contact, neither do