That night, I sat on my bed with Mark's laptop in front of me. The lit screen displayed my portfolio – a collection of sketched dresses, shoes, bags, men's wear, all gathering dust in my portfolio like dreams I was too scared to chase. I'd thought I lost them, considering what Ryan had done to cut me down. Did he forget about this? Or he didn't think I'd need this one day? Or maybe he underestimated me too much, believing I wouldn't last up till now without him. A soft chuckle escaped my lips. “Arrogant bastard,” I mumbled. Scrolling through, I couldn't help but marvel at my own creations. They were spectacular. Then, I was the best in my department. My lecturers had only praises for me. I'd grabbed awards upon awards for innovation, for craftsmanship, for vision. A few brands had reached out to be their designer, but Ryan made me turn them down. Then, they begged for a few pieces of my designs, which I sold to them under his strict conditions – no credits, no recognition, just
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