A few days passed peacefully, though the undercurrent of urgency never left. Nathaniel immersed himself in the new project, his office lights burning late into the night. He was determined to bring the product into the market before Zachary could. It was the only way to defeat him.
Meanwhile, across the city, Zara's office mirrored the same energy but in a different rhythm. The moment Nicole approved her designs, the studio sprang to life. Rolls of luxurious fabric arrived.
Pins and scissors clinked against worktables, sketches were pinned up on corkboards as references, assistants darted about with measuring tapes dangling from their necks, and mannequins stood adorned with half-finished dresses.
Zara inspected the cut of a sleeve here, adjusting a hem there, instructing her team.
The energy was infectious. The rush was visible in every corner, driving the team to bring her vision to life.
