A light at the end of the tunnel

Vivian had a long and tiring day at work, and all she wanted to do was to go home and relax. She was hoping to hear some good news regarding her job applications, but when she checked her mailbox, there was no reply. She was disappointed, but she decided to check her spam folder just in case.

To her surprise, there was an email from ROWES, a famous fashion brand. She couldn't believe it because she hadn't applied to the company. She opened the email and read that she was invited for an interview the next day at 10 am. She was excited and nervous at the same time.

Without wasting any time, she quickly stood up from her couch and picked up a dress to wear for the interview. She texted her boss, informing her that she won't be coming to work the next day.

After that, Vivian went to sleep with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She couldn't believe that she was invited to interview with a fashion brand that she admired. She had always dreamt of working in the fashion industry, and this could be her chance to make that dream come true.

Despite her excitement, Vivian couldn't sleep properly. She kept thinking about the interview and how she would impress the interviewers. She knew that this was a big opportunity for her, and she didn't want to mess it up.

The next morning, Vivian woke up early, got dressed, and headed to the ROWES fashion brand headquarters. She was greeted by friendly receptionists who directed her to the interview room. She took a deep breath and walked into the room, ready to give her best shot.

The next morning, Vivian woke up early, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. She looked around her small, cramped room, taking in the familiar sight of her threadbare blankets and worn-out mattress. The room was sparsely furnished with a rickety wooden chair, a small bedside table, and a rusty metal wardrobe that had seen better days.

Despite the humble surroundings, Vivian took pride in keeping her room as tidy as possible. She made her bed every morning, sweeping away the dust and dirt that seemed to accumulate on every surface. The walls were bare, except for a faded poster of a fashion model that she had cut out from a magazine and pinned up with great care.

Vivian got dressed in her best outfit, a second-hand skirt, and blouse that she had bought from a thrift store. She carefully applied some makeup, trying to conceal the dark circles under her eyes from a restless night's sleep. She brushed her hair and tied it up in a neat bun, ready to face the day ahead.

As she left her room and made her way to the ROWES fashion brand headquarters, she felt a mixture of hope and trepidation. She knew that this could be her big break, her chance to prove that she had what it took to make it in the fashion industry. She was determined to do her best, no matter what the outcome.

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Rowan's alarm blared, jolting him awake from his deep slumber. He rubbed his bleary eyes and sat up on his king-size bed, stretching his arms above his head. 

Rowan's room was a sight to behold. It was the epitome of luxury and opulence. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted with a grand view of his sprawling room. The walls were painted in a soothing shade of blue, which created a calming effect on his mind.

His king-size bed was the centerpiece of the room. The soft, plush mattress was covered with silk sheets and fluffy pillows. The headboard was intricately carved with floral patterns, and the footboard was adorned with gold-plated accents.

To the left of his bed was a sleek, modern nightstand with a state-of-the-art sound system. A pair of wireless headphones lay neatly coiled on top of the stand. He often used them to listen to his favorite classical music before falling asleep.

Opposite the bed was a wall-sized, floor-to-ceiling window, which offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The window was framed with dark brown curtains, which added a touch of elegance to the room.

On the right side of his bed was a walk-in closet, which was the envy of his friends. It was filled with designer suits, jackets, and shirts neatly arranged on hangers. A row of leather shoes was lined up at the bottom of the closet, and a sleek leather belt hung on a hook on the door.

Next to the closet was a full-length mirror, which he used to check his appearance before stepping out. The mirror was flanked by two golden candle stands, which added a warm glow to the room.

Beside the closet was a vanity table, where Rowan spent a good part of his mornings getting ready for the day. The table was topped with a gleaming mirror and a collection of grooming tools, including a silver hairbrush, a comb, and a selection of colognes and aftershaves. On the shelves below, rows of skincare products, hair styling products, and other grooming essentials were neatly arranged, waiting to be used.

In the corner of his room was a small sitting area with a plush armchair and a matching ottoman. He often used this area to read his favorite books or to enjoy a glass of wine in the evenings.

In one corner of the room was a comfortable armchair and ottoman, upholstered in soft, buttery leather. This was Rowan's favorite spot to relax and read, and he often spent hours here, lost in a good book or catching up on the latest news and trends.

Above the chair hung a large painting, a stunning portrait of Rowan as a young boy, painted by a renowned artist and commissioned by his parents as a birthday gift. The painting captured his bright blue eyes, dimpled smile, and tousled blond hair, and was a cherished reminder of his childhood.

He heads to the bathroom to have his bath. After bathing, he carefully combed his hair, spritzed on some cologne, and dressed up for the day.

He then sat in the armchair, put on his headphones, and listened to a Mozart symphony for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. He savored the taste of his freshly brewed coffee and took a few bites of a croissant, which had been delivered to his room by the hotel staff.

After finishing his breakfast, he grabbed his briefcase and headed out of his room, making sure to switch off the lights and lock the door. He walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing on the marble floors, and entered the elevator.

As the elevator descended to the lobby, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for a day of meetings and negotiations. He knew that he had to put his best foot forward to impress his clients and seal the deal.

When Rowan got downstairs, he saw his secretary Max waiting for him in the car park area. 

"Good morning, Mr. Rowan," Max said. "I hope you had a good night's sleep."

"Good morning, Max," Rowan replied. "Yes, I did. Thank you. What's on the agenda for today?"

Max opened the folder and handed him a schedule for the day. "You have a meeting with the design team at 9 a.m. in the conference room, followed by a meeting with Vivian at 10 a.m. After that, you have a meeting with the shareholders at 2 p.m. and a dinner meeting with your business partner at 7 p.m."

Rowan nodded, reviewing the schedule. "Okay, thanks, Max.