She never imagined she'd be back so soon. Aira looked around the familiar office and sighed—every brick, every wall, was her grandfather's blood, sweat, and tears, yet she could count on one hand how many times she'd been here.
As the newly appointed head designer, Aira had requested the company's financial statements, citing budget control and project cost analysis. Afterward, she entered the director's office, flipping through Alice's files on recent market trends for fashion and jewelry design.
But she hadn't been at it long when the office door burst open, Alice's shrill voice cutting through the quiet.
"Aira, who do you think you are, barging into my office like this?!"
"Alice, did you forget this company belongs to my grandfather? And that my mother is his heir?" Aira remained se
