Coco Chanel put her feet up on a hat box and leaned back to inhale on her cigarette. She would have to close shop for this d__ed war.
'Not a time for fashion, this,' she spoke to the tinned ceiling.
Her mind started thinking of ways to regain control of Parfums Chanel... as the smoke curled around her head, she devised her plan.
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