Laura Albertovna

Laura Albertovna Lukina. For every fashion designer, this name sounded like a death sentence. A cold woman, twenty-five years old. She was young, but reserved. Usually wore a black shirt, black pants, shoes, and a watch. Everything masculine. Her hair was brown, tied in a bun. Her eyes looked cold under her glasses. She liked very few designers. And then Maria Tretyakova arrived. She noticed that Laura was cruel to everyone, but when Laura's gaze fell on Maria, she narrowed her eyes. The girl was smiling, feminine, with blond hair and shoes. Laura began to like Maria's work and rarely, but she praised her. Today, Maria made a new dress, or rather, a sketch of it. Laura really liked it and invited Maria into her office. No one had been in Laura's office before. Dark green walls, black shelves, a black oak desk, two leather chairs opposite Laura's desk. On the shelves were folders, books, documents, and contracts. Laura sat at the table with a cold look, and Maria calmly sat down on the leather chair opposite Laura's table .