Monday morning didn't just arrive. It exploded. Amara barely had time to sit down before Janet came rushing into the office, breathless, her tablet clutched tightly in her hands.
"Amara," She didn't even finish. She just turned the screen. Sold out. Every single piece.
For a second. Amara just stared. Like her mind refused to catch up to what her eyes were seeing. "That's… that's not possible," she whispered.
"It is," Janet said, her voice trembling with excitement. "And orders are still coming in. The site traffic is insane, we might have to expand production immediately." Silence.
Then, Amara laughed. A real laugh. The kind that came from somewhere deep, somewhere that had been tired for too long. "We did it," she said again.
But this time. It sounded like victory. Within minutes, the entire team was gathered. The room buzzed with energy, people talking over each other, smiling, celebrating, some still in disbelief.
