Sarah’s POV
The atmosphere in the room shifted the moment I walked in.
It was the company’s design studio, large glass panels, white boards filled with sketches, samples of fabric and material neatly arranged on long tables.
People stood around in small groups, talking quietly. Conversations slowed when I stepped further inside.
They were waiting for Adrian, not me.
That was fine.
I stopped at the center of the room and placed my folder on the main table.
“Good morning,” I said calmly.
A few of them responded hesitantly.
Then silence returned.
I opened the folder and pulled out the project brief. “This is the Carla Ruiz project,” I began. “From this moment, I’ll be leading the design direction.”
That alone changed the energy.Somebody shifted behind me. Another person cleared his
