(Lena)
I started the concept boards and stayed with them longer than I planned.
The desk in front of me filled quickly with samples, notes, and the first layout ideas for the Midtown project. I moved between them without hesitation, adjusting the kitchen direction, refining the terrace split, and marking the lighting changes that needed to carry through the second floor. It was the kind of work that held my attention completely, the kind that made everything else quieter for a while.
My phone vibrated on the desk and I ignored it at first.
When it vibrated again, I picked it up and saw Cole's name. I answered before it could go a third time.
"It's in," he said.
I leaned back slightly in my chair, already knowing what he meant. "Gerald?"
"Yes. He sent a revised offer."
I let my eyes
