LAYLA
“Hang on.” My voice rises. “Do you guys think I shouldn’t go? Why?!”
There’s a brief pause. Josh sets his plate aside. “I think that you’re so driven by your work, that you don’t consider what makes you happy,” he says diplomatically. “By anyone’s standards, you’re already incredibly successful. There’s no need to relocate.”
“But I could be more successful,” I argue.
Zack throws his hands up. “Of course you could!” He says, exasperated.
“Even if you were the biggest brand in the world, you could still be more successful.” He shakes his head. “Where does it end? You want your stuff to be made by strangers in big factories? You wanna be buying cheap materials and underpaying people to get to the top?”
I’m offended. “No! I would never—”
“You’d never what? Prioritise your job over
