Olivia
I stifled a yawn, staring at my computer screen while stretching my arms above my head. My back cracked in three distinct places as I twisted side to side. After hours of tweaking, our concept boards were polished to perfection.
"And we're officially finished," I announced, saving the file one last time.
Dylan pumped his fist in the air. "Thank god. I was starting to forget what sunlight looks like."
Ava closed her laptop with a dramatic thud. "If I had to adjust that logo placement one more time, I might have thrown myself out the window."
"Top floor," Marcus reminded her, gathering his sketches. "You'd definitely die. And then who would make our presentations look pretty?"
"Someone less talented and twice as expensive," Ava replied, flashing a tired grin.
I checked the time
