ASHLEY
The conference room hums with creative tension like I've never seen. It feels almost tangible, like electricity crackling just beneath the surface. Ideas have a way of doing that, of thickening the air and making every breath feel like it carries a possibility of groundbreaking success which is what we're gathered to make. Matteo stands at the head of the long table, sleeves rolled up, tablet in hand, guiding the session with impeccable precision. He has always known exactly how fragile and volatile creative minds can be when thrown together so, it's cool watching him work his magic.
I lean back slightly in my chair, one ankle resting over my knee, fingers steepled beneath my chin as I watch the new talents Matteo brought in supposedly to save the future of Rollins Fashion. I watch all of them, especially the one fraudulently impersonating me as Noxx.
