Megan arrived at Ravish before dawn, determined to get the lay of the land on her first day. At Ravish, every designer had their own assistant, and she'd already received her assistant's contact details the previous day—they'd even spoken on the phone. The moment Megan stepped into the office, her assistant was waiting.
"Hello, Designer Harper. I'm Nicolette, your assistant."
Megan studied the young woman before her—barely out of her teens, with an air of quiet earnestness. Their phone conversation had revealed someone kind and approachable, and seeing her in person only confirmed it. With a welcoming smile, Megan extended her hand first.
"Hi! I'm Megan. We spoke yesterday—no need for formalities. Just call me Megan."
Nicolette let out a quiet sigh of relief. When assigned to assist a
