On Friday morning, Lucien arrived at the company with an incredibly relaxed state of mind. He had completed the fashion concept the night before, following three days of nearly continuous, relentless work. The design file was carefully saved on his computer, accompanied by a backup on the cloud and a copy sent to his personal email; this was something 000 had reminded him to do after analyzing the state of this world.
He had just set his bag down on his desk and had not even had the chance to turn on his computer when Ethan appeared. The man was wearing a dark blue shirt and holding a cup of coffee in his hand, his lips still bearing that familiar friendly smile that Lucien could accurately redraw every single line of.
"Lucien, how far along are you on the fashion concept?" Ethan asked, his voice as gentle as if he were simply inquiring about the weather: "Today is the deadline, you know. Will you be able to finish it on time?"
