His fists clenched, his emotions swirling. He didn’t want to admit it, but the sight of Cassia and Liam working so closely, laughing, smiling, and sharing ideas made him feel jealous—painfully, obviously jealous. "Let’s see if you really can make it in this contest," he muttered bitterly under his
When Stacy got home, she stormed into her room, furiously tossing objects around without caring about the loud crashes echoing through the space. She lived alone, with only a maid in the house, so there was no one to witness her outburst. “Cassiaaaa!” she screamed, her breathing fast and heavy. Cas
Cassia made her way to her office and settled into her chair. Just as she was setting down her portfolio, ready to review her design ideas in peace, the door swung open. Darvan stepped in, his face set in a hard, unreadable expression. “Sia,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but tension simm
Cassia took her seat gently among the other participants, her heart pounding in her chest. She was nervous, though she tried to project confidence in her sketch. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind to focus. One by one, each person was called up to present their work. Some received praise,
As the participants listened intently, a member of the company staff stepped forward, carefully arranging each sketch at the front in their respective ranks. Cassia’s eyes widened in shock and surprise as she saw her work placed in third. A small, proud smile spread across her face. “If anyone feel
As Martinez began leaving the company, he suddenly remembered he had something to tell Liam. Turning back to look for him, he saw that Liam and Cassia were no longer where he'd last seen them. Deciding to check on Liam himself, Martinez headed to his office and found him focused intently on a set o
"Darvan... will you keep ignoring me?" Stacy demanded, unable to contain her anger any longer. "Can you let me focus?" he snapped, making her flinch. He had never raised his voice at her before, and she was taken aback. Without another word, he left the room, leaving her standing there, mouth agape
In the grand, quiet lounge of the Martinez estate, Lydia Sinclair stood before her brother, Martinez, refusing to sit. Her sharp eyes held an unspoken demand, and she wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. She had come to address something far more important. "You should have a seat... And what would