Artemis POV
As I woke up the next morning, all I saw was chaos. My office looked like a battlefield—sketches scattered across the floor, crumpled paper balls littering the corners, pencils snapped in half. Normally, the sight of disorder would set my teeth on edge. I hated untidiness, despised it with every bone in my body.
But strangely, I didn’t feel anger this time.
Instead, I felt… satisfied.
I stretched, groaning lightly as my back protested from sleeping against the hard wall. Never in my life had I fallen asleep anywhere but a bed, yet here I was—in my office, with sketches still in my hand.
I glanced down at the drawing I’d been clutching. For the first time in years, I felt proud of myself. It reminded me why I had fallen in love with designing in the first place.
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