~ Elara ~
The next day, I found myself gazing up at the gleaming edifice of TechNova Tower, a spire of black glass and silver accents that punctured the Seattle skyline like a needle. Unlike Lunaris's curved, organic architecture, TechNova embodied sharp angles and precise geometry. A monument to calculated ambition.
My reflection in the revolving doors showed a woman I barely recognized. Gone was the casual freelancer with perpetually messy hair and comfort-first clothing. In her place stood a polished professional in a charcoal pencil skirt and creamy silk blouse. My auburn hair was swept into a sleek bun, and subtle makeup enhanced my unusual amber eyes rather than downplaying them.
Let them see what I want them to see, I thought, straightening my shoulders. A talented designer who m
