I stormed out of the room, my blood boiling and my body thrumming with unspent frustration. Zara. That woman was going to be the death of me. The way she barged into the meeting room wearing that damned dress, as if she owned the entire place, had every pair of eyes glued to her. She didn’t even flinch as she shredded my designs with her sharp words and arrogant smirk.
Dear Readers,
No matter the challenges you face, always prioritize your well-being. Take care of yourself and remember that you are not alone. I’m here cheering you on!
With Love
~Emma
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