Holly's Office

[Holly]

Having looked over everyone else's reports for the week's upcoming deadline, fashion editor extraordinaire, Holly Madison, was trying to come up with her own article. With Fashion Week coming to a close, there should have been plenty to pour onto the page. The latest buzz on the new lines from various designers, scandals with various models...all in all, it should have been a breeze. Or, it would of it Holly had spent less time with that one male model. Paolo? Carlo? Something like that...

Exasperation finally won out and Holly gave a heavy sigh. She saved what she had so far and started to close up shop. Trying to type while sleep-deprived never worked out, so why should she bother trying? She was out the door in a rustle of silk and linen, running through a small to-do list in her head. Pick up a (very) late dinner, for one. Get gas, some bread and milk, check in on Sarah...

And if Chris just happens to be there too, all the better, she thought with a slightly devious grin.

Continued in: Parking Garage

[Holly]

Review of the Valentino line, check. Editorial for Dolce & Gabbana, check...

Thank god Holly actually believed on getting her work in promptly from time to time. She rather enjoyed watching the piles of articles in her inbox diminish. At this rate, she would be off scott-free for the weekend to allow for some serious partying.

Review for Baby Phat, and -- gah, that would be the phone. "Holly Madison, L.A. Sun?"

"Holly, baby, don't hang up -- "

Oh, for Pete's sake. "Roger, you dumped me remember?" She might've slammed the phone down with a bit more force that was necessary, but it got her point across. "Jerk," she muttered, then swore, "Oh, hell. And I've broken a nail."

This calls for some serious coffee.

Continued in: Break Room