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Big New Idea

Sierra stepped into the investment firm office lobby, Christian Louboutin stilettos clicking lightly on marble floors as she walked. She was wearing a sleek black fitting midi dress, tailored to hug her figure perfectly. Her blazer was in over her arm, with her handbag and briefcase in hand. Today wasn’t just a casual visit—she had work to do. Her company had been selected for a potential partnership, and she was there to present her project, go over figures and negotiate terms.

The receptionist looked up, as if already expecting to see her. “Mr Samuels will see you now”

She walked through the glass doors into a spacious office. He was there—lean, tall, confident without trying, in a perfectly tailored navy suit. His medium brown eyes, warm and expressive, lifted to meet hers. The same kind, approachable gaze she remembered from the movies. The boy-next door charm of Aaron Samuels, now fully grown but somehow untouched by age.

His hair was neat, slightly tousled in a way that made him effortlessly stylish, and his smile—slightly crooked in the corner, easy and genuine—lit up his face the moment he saw her. Sierra felt herself relax immediately. It was the classic Aaron Samuels look, but now in a man in his early thirties, who looked so many years younger.

“Ms. Sierra” he said, standing and extending his hand, voice calm and confident “I’ve heard great things about your work”

“All good things i hope?” She replied, shaking his hand.

“Mostly” he chuckled softly “I like to hear straight from the source” he motioned for her to take a seat.

And when she did, she realized how attractive he was. He had the kind of presence that didn’t need to dominate a room; it drew people naturally. She noticed faint laugh lines near his eyes, subtle evidence of life experience , and a posture that was confident but relaxed —fit, lean, composed like someone who spent years taking care of himself without ever trying so hard.

As they sat, talking business, she was surprised at how easy it was to be herself around the former actor. He asked intelligent, thoughtful questions, listened intently, and had a warmth that made her feel genuinely seen.

Not flashy, not showy—just Aaron Samuels: familiar, comforting, quietly magnetic.

By the end of the meeting, she smiled to herself. Aaron Samuels: divorcee, businessman, kind, polished, a grown up version of the boy-next-door she had always admired, yet somehow still youthful, approachable and undeniably charming.

And it had been such a long time since she fancied a man before. (Always had a spark for white boys)

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Keira sat in her office, her phone buzzing with news alerts. Bloggers had been dragging her friend, Shanaya for days now. Because of the club incident. She sighed, turned off her screen and went back to work on her laptop.

She had been thinking of an idea for days now. Been thinking about expanding—maybe a bag collection —but nothing concrete yet. The question was ‘How would she pitch it to her investors? Her partners?’

~Could she make it without over extending the brand?~

A knock sounded on her door slightly distracting her thoughts . “Come in”

Belle brought in a cup of coffee and a sandwich order. “Your coffee’s here, Miss”

“Thank you”

Belle placed it in-front of her and left.

Keira rubbed her temple, taking a sip of her latte. Still Thinking. When Suddenly—

The brown paper bag in-front of her which bore her sandwich caught her eye. —Plain, crumpled and unassuming.

She reached for it and turned it over in her hands, feeling the texture, the fold at the top, the way it could hold its shape if done right.

Her mind started racing. What if this everyday shape became something elegant, functional, unmistakably hers? Maybe that was the big idea she had been looking for. She grabbed her sketch pad and pencil, drawing the first lines with care.

She imagined the bag in soft quality leather of different colors, structured enough to stand on its own but flexible for everyday use. A pop of color, a chain strap knitted with leather and her name logo engraved on the clasp. It was minimal but striking. She imagined fashionable magnets in the bag so its top could roll perfectly like the brown paper bag. It could be made invisible. Functional yet elegant. The ideas made her super excited as they rushed into action.

By the time she leaned back, the rough sketch had transformed into a real, workable design—her very first bag. Now, how to break it to her Partners and investors. She was anxious for how they’d react but then, she had released her last drops and they were doing very well, so she was confident in their support to her new different idea.

Excited, she opened her laptop and FaceTimed her partners and investors in a group call. “Hey everyone, i think i’ve got something,” she said, trying to hide the tremor of excitement in her voice. She held up her sketch to the camera. “It’s going to be a single, signature piece. Clean, minimal, functional ,and rare.

Also instantly recognizable as part of the brand. I really think this can work.”

Some eyes lit up on the screen, a few partners leaned closer. Comments and questions started popping up—some challenging, some supportive. By the end of the call, about 70% of them had already pledged their support, nodding, smiling, asking what the next steps would be.

Sierra exhaled, a smile spreading across her face. “Thank you” she whispered, closing her laptop. “This…this is going to be amazing”

The paper bag sat next to her coffee cup, innocuous and simple—but it had just sparked something extraordinary.