Camilla
The morning sun streamed through the windows of the building I had purchased for Ava Ltd.'s new Los Angeles headquarters. Marta had insisted on accompanying me, and I didn't object. Having her around made the work feel lighter, even though the task ahead was daunting.
The inside of the building was a time capsule of a fashion store that had long seen its last customer. Faded wallpaper adorned the walls, mannequins and old lockers sat abandoned in one corner, and scraps of paper and wood littered the floor.
Marta and I rolled up our sleeves and dove in. We started by moving old chairs and stacking calendars and papers by the door. The air was filled with the faint smell of dust and aging fabric, but I didn't mind. There was something invigorating about seeing the space be
