Thomas is cool, calm, and chilled. I, however, am intense. It’s likely my Italian blood. I am passionate about all I do in life. I’m also told I can be cold, and I’m less of a people person.
I like to stay fit and active, plus I live life to the fullest. I would say I like to love, but that is a lie.
I have never loved.
I like to have sex, and I like to make women come. They are two things I do well. Did well, until I forced myself to pull it back.
For the next ninety minutes, Thomas and I discuss the launches of the current fashion collections, brands, and labels. It’s something we plan every three months. It is intense, but when you have twelve billion on the line, at all times, you cannot think too loosely.
I also have a staff of three hundred globally. I’m on fire, and as long as nothing or no one gets in my way, we will be unstoppable.
As we entermy private elevator, I think about the travel ahead. My PA is with us, and another carries several bags and files. My PA hands me three sleek folders with our Celestial Fashion logo on them.
“Just in. In the first are who your team think are the best six unsigned fashion designers in the US. Folder two. The best six in the rest of the world. The third are wild cards. Up and coming. Fresh. Untamed. The designer’s profiles and background checks are naturally available if you or Thomas need them.”
I slide them under my arm.
“All designers in the first two folders are solid. Legal has no concerns if you want to sign any of them to design for us. I mean you.”
I nod, in the zone.
“And we will send you videos of every catwalk you miss while in Italy.”
Minutes later as I slide into the back of the Bentley, I close my eyes and calm my mind. What a week.
As Thomas and I head for JFK airport, I think about the next three hours and selecting several of the new designers to help build out my fashion empire.
Jumping on hot creative talent fast is what makes most creative companies excel in music, fashion, and film. Heck, in even boring software companies.
My CEO duties are extensive but identifying talent is what I love.
Helping shape my fashion brands is enjoyable. Helping launch high-profile catwalk shows is a blast. The financial and legal duties of running major fashion labels is high risk, intense, demanding, and exhausting! Exhausting as all hell.
As we fly towards Europe,I fine tune my schedule. First London, then Paris, and Italy… Home.
Meeting and signing rising designers, then unleashing them on the world is much of what I do. Ascertaining who is solid for a decade and who may become a rock star of fashion is key.
That means face to face time, of course, after the background checks.
Why help a fashion designer become the world’s most famous if they later end up in the tabloids for drugs or for doing someone else’s husband or wife?
Thomas and I will stay back at the Savoy, one of London’s top hotels. I aim to sign two of England’s top fashion designers after interviews.
My last duty in London is to secure an extra billion for expansion. As CEO and artistic director of my fashion brands, I need to ensure expansion continues.
The tip of the spear in fashion is similar to how sharks move. You stay still, and you die.
As I think about our days ahead in Paris, I think of her.
Last year I attended a fashion show in Paris, and many of the world’s top models attended to watch. The evening after was electric, and I’d buried myself inside a darling of a singer.
I’d taken her outside on my balcony, overlooking Paris. It was dark, and the moon was not out. Just as well.
Coming while yanking on her long black hair was exquisite. Even better when she talked dirty in French.
I’d treated her badly for hours before. I’d had her so close to coming with my fingers, tongue, and cock before letting her down again, and again, and again. It was likely torture. Finally, she begged one final time to come, and I took her over the edge leaving her in a pile.
She was drenched. Silent and sated.