Camilla
The Saturday morning sun streamed through my car windows as I pulled up to Julie's apartment. Her call woke me earlier, that she wasn't doing anything serious. So we found an opportunity to check around the city. The air felt fresh, promising. Today, we were scouting locations for Ava Ltd.'s Los Angeles branch—a significant step for me and the company.
Julie was already waiting at the curb, her bright smile instantly lifting my spirits. She slid into the passenger seat, her energy as infectious as ever.
"Good morning!" she chirped, buckling her seatbelt.
I smiled, matching her enthusiasm.
Our first stop was a small office tucked behind a larger building. From the photos, it seemed cozy but functional. In reality, it was cramped, with low ceilings and narrow hallway
