LEILA
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The energy in the Veridian Fashion House crackled. It wasn’t the normal things that happened in Veridian that happened through the design floor, fueled by deadlines and caffeine.
It was different.
It was charged with anticipation and speculation.
Whispers darted across the design floor, hushed conversations in corners, excited murmurs near the coffee machine.
A ripple effect of the rumors that had been swirling for days, growing louder, more insistent with every passing hour.
Something big was coming, something very major.
Sophia moved from her office to mine, her eyes were wide with excitement, a vibrant splash of energy in the early morning quietness.
She pulled up a chair beside me before I could even respond, the sound of the chair scraping softly against th
