ARIA'S POV
"Sandra, please ensure the production house in Paris receives the updated fabric specifications by Friday," I murmur into my wireless earpiece, my eyes tracking the digital spreadsheets on my laptop screen.
"And also tell the logistics team that I want a personal audit of the silk shipments before they clear customs."
"Received, Boss," Sandra's voice echoes from the other side of the line.
I can hear the distant, familiar hum of the Parisian streets through her microphone, a sound that instantly tugs at my chest.
"We’ve managed the workflow seamlessly since you've been away, but mon dieu, the design studio feels hollow without you. When are you coming back to France?"
Complex knots form in my throat, my fingers freezing over the keyboard.
"I... I'm not sure yet, Sandra.
