THIRD PERSON POV
Alina was still groggy when her phone buzzed. She fumbled across the couch, blinking at the caller ID.
Mr. Grant.
Her chest lifted with a rush of hope. She pressed it to her ear quickly.
“Hello?”
His voice was curt but different this time, carrying a weight that almost sounded… cautious.
“Miss Alina. Are you still interested in selling your work?”
Her lips parted. After the other day’s humiliation, she’d never expected this call. “Yes, yes of course I—”
The line went dead.
“Hello? … Hello?” She pulled the phone away, staring at the black screen. The battery icon blinked red before vanishing completely. Her phone was gone.
Alina sighed, frustrated, but the spark of hope remained. If Grant was reconsidering, she couldn’t waste the chance. She jumped into the shower
