The headquarters of Milan Entertainment remained as busy as ever.
Models moved between studios carrying portfolios and garment bags. Assistants hurried across hallways with schedules pressed against their chests. Phones rang endlessly inside management offices while staff members discussed upcoming campaigns and contract negotiations.
From the outside, everything appeared normal.
Business continued.
Work continued.
Life continued.
Yet beneath the polished surface of the building, tension lingered quietly.
Because there was one name nobody seemed capable of avoiding.
Evelyn Hart.
Talia heard it three times before she even reached her private lounge.
Two junior models were discussing Halcyon's latest campaign near the elevators.
A manager mentioned Evelyn's recent rise while speaking with a photographer.
Someone else was talking about international endorsements.
The moment the name reached her ears again, irritation flickered across her face.
