Emily’s POV
The moment I stepped into the graphics house, I felt the familiar hum of energy that came with our bustling workplace.
The soft clatter of keyboards, flash of camera lights, the buzz of conversation, and the occasional sound of laughter from my colleagues created a comforting background noise.
As usual, Mera was the first to spot me.
“Someone’s glowing today!” she teased, leaning over the counter at reception, her sly grin aimed squarely at me.
I waved her off, though I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks. “I’m not glowing. It’s just... moisturizer,” I said, brushing past her with a laugh.
“Uh-huh,” Mera drawled, clearly unconvinced. “Must be some magic moisturizer then. You’re practically sparkling, Emily. What’s the secret? New skincare routine? Or...” She lea
