The city streets were a mirror of winter’s brilliance, snow reflecting the pale light of streetlamps like scattered diamonds. Emma stepped out of her apartment, portfolio tucked under her arm, heart thundering with anticipation—and nerves. Today, she was scheduled to meet a prestigious design house for a potential collaboration. One meeting could change everything.
Her phone buzzed. Liam.
Good luck today. Knock them off their feet, Emma.
A smile tugged at her lips. “Thanks,” she whispered, typing back. I’ll need it.
At the design house, the reception was sleek and intimidating. Every corner gleamed with modern minimalism, and the walls were adorned with past design successes—brands and projects that made Emma feel both inspired and inadequate. She took a deep breath, reminding herself:
