Golden sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the expansive office, illuminating the man's slender fingers as they flew across the keyboard.
The final designs had arrived—clothing samples that leaned too Eurocentric, with whiffs of copied elements that left Carlos unimpressed.
Time was running out. They'd have to outsource production to vendors now and tweak the designs later.
Bored, Carlos clicked through random folders until he landed on one filled with half-baked doodles—delicate strokes tracing what might've been a woman's silhouette. Then, bam—Alicia's scribble on the last page.
That bottom-tier college she attended hardly impressed him. Yet Grandpa had been right—her portfolio stood out. Killer concepts. Fire sketches. No wonder companies fought over her work.
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